Marilyn Monroe left us on this day in 1962 . . . born in 1926, having become an icon of desirability, vulnerability, extreme absence of culpability . . . achieving delicious fame as a woman who could embody flamboyance and still beguile husbands such as baseball great Joe Dimaggio and playwright Arthur Miller. Not to mention several partners who necessarily stand on a secret side of public view.
What did all these men, and the general public, find so appealing? Accessibility fantasies? Simply sex appeal? Partially. We want our heroes to exhibit our deeply felt needs . . . beauty, allure, popularity. We want, like Marilyn, to be taken seriously. And we want to possess softness. In fact, we want to experience softness. To have erected no defensive mechanisms, to completely trust, to love without reserve. However, best to wistfully see someone else cross those safe lines . . .we're satisfied with enjoying vicariously the fruits of someone else's orchard of life.
Marilyn Monroe went for it, unerringly, could not stop herself from going for whatever looked wonderful to her. She wanted not security, as we erect it for ourselves, looking all around to be certain our boundaries and parameters lack holes and entryways - but disconnection from societal restrictions; she lived in open spaces with no gates, quietly, fiercely retaining her freedom to choose.
In fact, organization, routine, time urgency, angst-filled compliance with any agenda other than her own eluded her, creating much criticism and tut-tutting about her lack of concern for others and their programs.
Maybe we all should just go for it. Throw caution to the winds, identify what we love, full speed ahead!
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