Marilyn Monroe

Some time passed when, by now known as Marilyn Monroe, the starlet married Joe DiMaggio. Like some earlier dupes in her life, the guy actually loved her. She loved the notoriety. He tried to make it work by bringing her into his family. She posed for a famous scene with a crotch-shot angle over a subway grate. There were some allegations of physical abuse by Joe, but it was more or less heated arguing. (Marilyn needed some sense slapped into her head, though I do not recommend that method.) The marriage didn’t last, and soon Marilyn was on her way back to Hollywood.

After another period of reclining auditions, Marilyn wed Arthur Miller—not because she loved him, but because she thought he could write a good script which might legitimize her as an actress. She got the script and delivered an admittedly fine artistic performance. Soon after getting what she wanted, Marilyn was out the door and Miller was alone.

Next up was the affair with President Kennedy, who then shuttled her off to his little brother, the Attorney General. Marilyn made no qualms or objections to being passed around like a party favor. The woman enjoyed it.

She was no victim, except in that the Kennedys had a great deal of involvement in her expiration. Independent eyewitnesses, including a Beverly Hills police officer as well as neighbors on the scene, all stated they encountered brother Bobby at or near the house that night, though he and his friends denied it. A Freedom of Information request eventually produced an FBI file by an unnamed former FBI agent stating the plan had been to ensure a talkative Monroe was put in a mood to attempt suicide.

After all of it, Joe DiMaggio arranged the funeral and it was rumored he had intended to marry her once more. The poor blighter still loved the wretch.

So that is the real Marilyn Monroe. She wasn’t a “little girl lost” in the least. She was a lascivious, wanton woman who connived to use her body in advancing her career. She enjoyed being an object and manipulated it to her full advantage. She used men as much, or more, than they ever used her.

Whatever one thinks of this practice, immoral or empowering, it is not reflective of a woman “looking for love” in all the wrong places. Marilyn found true love—and she wholeheartedly rejected it in favor of sex and influence.

The young actress Megan Fox is having a ghastly tattoo of Monroe’s face removed from her arm. It is perhaps a sign that there is a little intelligent life “out there” in Hollywood after all. At least Megan Fox is moving beyond an adolescent fascination with a drugged-up harlot who was never remotely so innocent or romantic as idolaters would wish to believe.