It’s weird where inspiration strikes you, the mood it can put you in, and the thoughts it provokes in you.
I was at work the other day checking my facebook page, I know bad employee, but I swear you can only stare at a contracts for so long before your eyes go crossed and your brain turns into egg salad, that’s the story I’m sticking with anyway. Back to facebook, I was looking at my page and I saw that it recommended that I “like” Marilyn Monroe. As my cursor hovered over the suggestion I stopped and thought to myself “Do I really *like* her?” Yes, I realize that it’s just a social network and it doesn’t really matter if I like something there or not, but it made me think.
I will not dispute her beauty; she was a physically gorgeous woman, so much prettier than many of today’s beauty queens. I don’t even want to debate whether or not she was a good actress, I’ve seen a couple movies she was in and I was entertained. I just can’t decide if I like her. I wouldn’t ever want to be like her, and I’d be disappointed if any of my friends or family members looked to her as a role model.
Now I’m one of the first people to say that you shouldn’t put celebrities up on a pedestal and hold them as role models, but this woman has inspired so many females from when she was still in the limelight, making movies and headlines, up to now. Young women are getting facial piercings called that are reminiscent of her mole; it’s even named after her. I don’t have any issues with facial piercings within reason, I had a nose ring in college that I would probably still have if I wasn’t allergic to it, but I did it because it was something I liked and I wanted. I didn’t do it because I wanted to look like someone else.
I didn’t do it because I wanted to look like that incredibly beautiful, but probably very short sighted Silver Screen Queen of the past. She died of a drug overdose at 36 years old. I’m only 6 years younger than that right now. She’d been married and divorced multiple times, was an addict, unreliable and unpredictable. She was a woman-child who lost her way.
In reading Wikipedia articles about her she seemed like she was such a sad tragic character. She appeared bright and bubbly on the surface, but there was turmoil behind that iconic face. I think the people who find her life enviable are the same people who think that Shakespeare’s play “Romeo and Juliet” was a romantic love story about two teenagers, when it was a deep tragedy. It wasn’t so much of a love story as it was a cautionary tale. It was about politics, blood feuds, and what happens when pride gets in the way of common sense.
So the question remains. Do I like her? I’m still on the fence. I feel sorry for her I guess. Her life was a stream of opportunity lost and poor decision making. She may have had all the money, fame, love of a few good men, and the adoration of millions of fans for all eternity, but her life just makes me sad. She had everything people claim to want, but I don’t think she was happy.