She’s beautiful; to me, she was and remains the most beautiful woman in the world. Even more bewitching than Elizabeth Taylor, although Elizabeth was gorgeous. But her looks lacked …vulnerability.
Marilyn? She always seemed so…unguarded. So innocent.
And oh, how the camera loved her. It worshipped her, paying homage regardless of her expression or circumstances.
She played the seductress, the tart, the bombshell well. But it would be a mistake to think that was the entirety of Marilyn.
Arthur Miller and Joe DiMaggio? Little in common.
But Marilyn’s appeal transcended those differences. Men loved her.
And men used her.
If she’d been born in another age that appreciated her in a more complete way, when psychiatry wasn’t quite so primitive, her life might not have been quite so tragic.
An age when powerful men couldn’t easily use beautiful, sensitive women.
Do we live in that age now? I wonder.
There are valid indications that RFK and JFK each took their turn with her.
It’s sad, but it’s what can happen when vulnerable women are defined by their beauty.
And when powerful men feel invincible, as they did in that era. The era when journalists kept secrets. When it was easy to cover things up.
Had she lived, Marilyn would be 88 years old now. An elderly woman? It’s unfathomable, really.
Maybe the fates know what they’re doing, after all, when a life ends so young.
Still, we remain enamored of her. I’m enamored of her and can’t get enough of the documentaries made about various facets of the star.
For all her beauty, Marilyn remains a tragic figure in a generation when many women felt powerless.
I like to think that in another dimension Marilyn is living the life she should have lived, happy and fulfilled.