Tabula Rasa

Look at her in the photo. She doesn’t even look like glamorous. She looks like… a thirty-ish year old mom who sits down and watches Ed O’Neill on TV every week after helping her kids do homework. Perfectly average.

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that.

So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’

I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it.

I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her.

I had never seen anything like it before.”

I’ve seen some elaborated descriptions of what she did -

“…taking off the headscarf and opening her coat to thrust out her chest, she went into the MM sashay, and within half a minute was surrounded by a baying mob of fans and autograph hunters…”

“impossibly wide smile”

“i noped the fuck out of there”

“im a rational, atheist man but i-