Like Marilyn Monroe

I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.

This quote is in my top 3! I am all the things she said she was and then some! I’ve been fascinated with Marilyn Monroe for as long as I can remember. To provide more context and convey my level of fascination I’ll disclose an interesting personal fact: I used to be platinum blond in high school and several years thereafter, because of her! As you can imagine, turning black hair to that color and maintaining it, whew, not an easy task!

I devoured any book I got my hands on because I wanted to understand her. She was beautiful in the obvious way but also in a way that called out to me. There was something in her eyes. Deep, dark, complex, hopelessly sad, tragic, and devastating, even when she turned on her sparkle and smiled.

Marilyn Monroe wearing a blue polka dress with a pink carnation in her teeth at her home in 1957 in Amagansett, New York. (Photo by Sam Shaw/Shaw Family Archives/Getty Images)

The more I learned about her life it became clear to me what was behind my fascination. Recognition!

I’d stare at a picture of her sitting at her vanity putting on makeup, so pedestrian in comparison to the more well known iconic pictures, but captivating. This hangs above my own vanity in my bedroom to remind me to be true to myself and not let others underestimate me.

19 comments

  1. Ladies with brown or jet black hair are the absolute best, but Monroe was certainly a bombshell with fabulous hair. And the jugs, whoo. I like how you’re being all serious and introspective here, and here I am tripping on appearance ;). Hahaa. What can I say, it’s that kind of night.
    On a more serious note, I always admired how she was self-made. Both character wise and regarding her appearance. I read some article a while back which said she based her look on Jean Harlow from the prior decade. Which is interesting… because Jean Harlow was rather creepy looking.

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    1. You’re hysterical! She was an unparalleled beauty! Most people don’t know that she never knew her father, was abandoned by her mother, spent most of her childhood in foster homes, and was sexually abused – ALL THAT – before becoming a star!

      Uh yeah, Harlow was definitely creepy! Hahaha 😉

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  2. I remember being given a book to read, written by someone who spent time with Marilyn during the making of one of her movies.
    It’s full of comments and observations about who Marilyn was… about how, when she acted, she wasn’t simply playing a role – she was already Norma Jean, playing Marilyn, and then she was playing a role on top of that…
    and in among all this analysis by people around her –
    but there is one moment in the book that really gets me…

    where she and the author have been taking a swim in the grounds of a stately home and they see a coach trip arriving…

    and she says: “Shall I be her?”

    I got up this morning after a few days of conversations out in the world that kind of made me wonder if I should have spoken at all… or perhaps ever should again…
    but sometimes,
    I’m sharing a version of me who…
    who is so…

    Well, someone takes some words I put together, dives in beyond the sentence… and like, the other bit of me, who can hardly talk… just gets to be her.

    Y’know?

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    1. Mmm…Oh, do I!

      In my past, I was expected to be the version of myself everyone else needed or wanted me to be. Every version except the real me.

      Suffice to say, I may not have been a Hollywood starlet but I feel as though I understood how she felt.

      That book you mentioned, it sounds like My Week with Marilyn. I could be wrong. I’ve read so many they start to run together.

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      1. Yes, that was the book.

        “…the version of myself everyone else needed or wanted me to be…”

        Yeah… and those out-of-orbit spirals where it feels like those versions have chewed up the real me.

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  3. Wow, how beautiful, I see her in you. That sadness that seeps through the eyes even in smiles and laughter is touchingly familiar and profound. I love you. Beautiful post, I adore how you have that “vanity” picture to provide you with the message to keep on your path. 🙏🏻♥️

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  4. Marilyn Monroe – I never got an interest to study her but her beauty has always been very much admired. Your thoughts as far as I experienced in this short time, is like fire – warmth with gentleness at the same time burn if needed. An inspiring writer. Much delighted to getting to know you. Looking forward to your future posts dear Eleanor.

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  5. Black hair to platinum blonde and maintaining it. That’s impressive. You are a true fan. Nikon used this photo:https://i.pinimg.com/736x/be/3e/b1/be3eb18205fb6c33865fb0150d602b23.jpg in one of their 100th anniversary ads. It’s one of the last photos taken of Ms. Monroe. I cut the ad out and wanted to make similar photo with my wife (dark hair) holding a Canon for juxtaposition. My wife refused to model because of Monroe’s sad life and she thought that Marilyn had a strange look on her face in that photo. She said she wasn’t going to be an image of a dead woman. As a side note, she wouldn’t model as a dead leg for me either. I had to do selfies for the dead leg. I thought is would be too irreverent to try and do selfies in the likeness of Ms. Monroe. I never did get to do the photo.

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      1. If a woman who used to work for me was still in town, I would have asked her. She looks a lot like Marilyn in the face but she has darker hair.

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