I'm feeling a bit morbid and depressing today, so, I'm here to present you with the morgue photos of Marilyn Monroe. Yes, the last photos ever taken of her, on August 5th, 1962, as the famous blonde layed on a cold steel slab, lifeless. It's sad when you think about it, her father killed in an accident when she was 3, her mother commited when she was 7, raped at 8 with an abortion to top it off, passed through countless foster families and group homes for years, married at 16. Divorced at 20, attempted suicide at 23, two more failed marriages, 8 more abortions, and four miscarriages. All the while, she put up the persona of a glamorous, beautiful, airheaded sex symbol, when really she was manically depressed, self medicated, natural red head, that during her first planned pregnancy, took her maternity time to earn an english degree. And to be married at 16, she was only a teenager. When she wrote her autobiography, she said she never felt like a housewife, ignoring her chores and playing with the neighborhood children until her husband called for her, almost as if she was a child. 
In fact, it's a wonder she ever grew up, the constant emotional beating she must've taken. I can't imagine what it must've been like, to live a topsy-turvy life in the spotlight, looking for love in all the wrong places, and making mistakes with real love. When she died, she sat at the morgue for 3 days before her first Hollywood husband, Joe DiMaggio claimed her body, after divorcing her 8 years before. And it's horrible, the urban legend of what happened to her. For almost 50 years now, rumors, and rumors, and rumors have swirled to this day about her supposed affairs with the Kennedy brothers, John & Robert. Both of whom are rumored to have had Marilyn murderednwhen she wanted one of them to leave his wife and marry her. When you think about it, "I Wanna Be Loved By You" is much deeper than just a silly jazz song, it's what all she ever wanted, to be loved by someone, who cared for her, thought of her, devoted themselves to her. All she aspired to was to find "the one", and look what it got her, a mysterious death, and possibly a romp in the bed after she died with a necgrophelliac, better known as a person who has sexy time with a dead person. No one will ever know why, or how, she died 46 years ago, but she'll always live on, in movies, in film, in the persona she created. Because without that, she's just Norma Jean Mortenson, a curly-haired redhead with a dark past, who never grew up really. 
I may not have the dark past, but in a way, me and Marilyn, have something in common.......
This past week I have been having an overdose of 50's & 60's music, and, I have realized something. I don't think that they'll ever make music the way that they used to. From the depressing, somewhat erie, lyrics of "Dream A Little Dream of Me", to the bubblegum, somewhat passive aggressive, "My Boyfriends Back", songs just AREN"T written the way they were used to. Don't get me wrong, I love CSS's diddies about dumb blonde socialites and hot, hot, sex, but, it's just not the same. It makes me wish aborn a long, long time ago. I a tim when a song just wasn't entertainment, but could have a story, real human emotion, make you depressed, or as happy as can be. Music just doesn't do that anymore. On a lighter note, Mercedes, if you're reading this, CALL ME ALREADY! Me and my mom do not mind leaving you high and dry back here in this ghetto-town, when we go on our shopping trip/ sad excuse for a vacation to San Francisco. Getting back to the point, I think that who ever reads this should listen to the music of this famous era, especially Dream A Little Dream of Me. You never know, if you don't do it now, you may never get the chance to....
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