“For hours she danced and sang and flirted and did this thing that’s—she did Marilyn Monroe. Then there was the inevitable drop … she sat in the corner like a child, with everything gone.I wouldn’t photograph her without her knowledge of it. And as I came with the camera, I saw that she was not saying no.”
- Richard Avedon
I’ve always related deeply with Marilyn Monroe. I once read that she tried, and went to great lengths, to educate herself. She wanted to be seen as smart and a good actress instead of just pigeonholed as the pretty, dumb blonde people fawned over (and paid to see). She knew what she had to do to stay in the public eye, to be socially “rewarded,” but she wanted more.
I’ve experienced the opposite. I’ve always been the A student, the good girl, the smart one, the talented one, the clever one, the one with her head on her shoulders, but always really after a need to feel wild and sexy and free from the the “rewards” that come with academic and social achievement.
I’d give anything to be harassed and grab-assed and she fought to get away from it. Though our problems are essentially opposite, when things get too hard (or, in her case, got too hard….), we both use the same mechanisms to cope.