I’ve loved Marilyn Monroe ever since I was a little girl. When I grew up, I spent a lot of time researching her, reading everything I could get my hands on to try and uncover the real Marilyn. I felt possessive of her, and when I saw girls trying to emulate her, or saying they loved her, too, I wanted to grab them and tell them “You don’t even know her.” (Not that I did, either, but that’s entirely aside from the point.) I feel like it’s ‘cool’ to like Marilyn. And I guess I get sad and angry when I know that someone is just worshiping her because she’s famous for being sexy. There was so much more to her than just her rampant sexuality.
It’s been 50 years since she passed away at her home in Brentwood at the age of 36. Since I was little, I always dreamed of going to see her house and on her 50th anniversary I did it. I made the drive out to 5 Helena Drive and stared at a gate. I thought about all the things I knew about her and I realized how much I relate to her. I’m not blonde, I’m not overly sexy, and I’m not famous. But I am troubled, I am damaged, and I am trying to overcome it all.
People look down on her and say she was a ‘dumb blonde’ a ‘bad actress’ and ‘a whore’. In my opinion, she was far from dumb—she took classes at UCLA and she did well. She devoured literature and was forever trying to learn to better herself. She challenged herself to do better every single day. She wasn’t a bad actress—she studied under the greats, and Jack Lemmon said she was an amazing comedienne. She was insecure and anxious and too in her own head. She got in her own way. She was not a whore. She slept with men, and a lot of men. I read one article that said Marilyn would sleep with men as a way to thank them for a nice date, and hey. Sex …
Well, Maria Shriver decided to file for divorce against her philandering husband. After twenty-five years, four kids, and at least one proven affair on the part of Arnold Schwarzenegger, Shriver evidently figured it had been enough.
Maria Shriver cited “irreconcilable differences” in a petition filed Friday to dissolve her 25-year marriage to former California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger.
The move comes more than a month after Schwarzenegger acknowledged that he fathered a child outside of his marriage.
The couple announced their separation on May 9, calling it a mutual decision made “after a great deal of thought, reflection, discussion, and prayer.”
Honestly, I’m kind of surprised by this. It’s a blanket assumption to state that all men cheat (just as, like some men claim, the same is true of women), but I’m pretty comfortable stating that, once someone has cheated, the odds are pretty good that they’ll cheat again.
When Schwarzenegger’s out-of-wedlock use of his Terminator became public knowledge, I was a bit taken aback that Shriver didn’t file for divorce immediately. I know time is the healer of all wounds and so forth, but it seems to me that the timeline on this whole thing is a little strange.
I’d figured that she’d decided to let him squirm but that, ultimately, they’d stay together.
Perhaps because I’m an English major, or because my voice has always been on the lower side and miles away from bubble-gummed femininity, I’ve always harshly judged women with ditzy talking habits. Not lisps or stutters or anyone with an actual condition, of course, but creeeakkky-voiced up-talkers who, like, over-use sentence-fillers and, um, end …
Another day, another article gushing about Christina Hendricks‘s luscious hips, ample ass and generous cleavage. This would be fine, if it weren’t at the expense of body-shaming her supposed mirror-opposite — the UK’s Mail Online proclaims that 8 out of 10 women would rather look like Miss Joan Holloway-Harris than former Spice Girl and size 0 extraordinaire, Victoria Beckham. This is being reported as if it’s groundbreaking news, but almost this exact same article was printed last year (and covered by Zelda Lily) with Kate Winslet’s name in the place of …