So for the past couple of weeks I have been posting pictures of Marilyn Monroe. I did this with a specific idea in mind. I had always pictured Mariyln Monroe as a only a sex symbol and nothing more. I thought she was a just a women who was looking for love in all the wrong places and also had a drug problem. But she is so much more. After I saw Marilyn reading Joyce, a book that I have never attempted to read, I was intrgued. Maybe she was not stupid. So in the next few posts I will examine Marilyn’s life and death. I am hoping that you will see the Marilyn that I discovered through my research. Stay tuned–I promise that I will write in greater detail soon.
So this weekend I have spent all of my time (well almost) watching the third season of Veronica Mars. And I have forgotten how much I have missed the show. It was very well written and well acted. I would have loved to see a season four and see what a Rob Thomas’ take on the FBI would be. But alas…the show was not renewed for a fourth season. So I will be forever left to wonder. I really wish that I could have been smart, strong, and have a loving supportive father during high school. That would have been cool. Who knows maybe we will get a Veronica Mars movie soon! Crossing my fingers!
And also as a want to be rocker who has no musical talent–how do I get a job in the music business? I don’t know. I will try to figure that out. Well I am late for supper, talk to you soon.
I owe everyone an apology. I started this blog to have fun. I started this blog to examine pop culture both the present and in the past. But I am finding that is hard to find things to write about when my life consists of visiting the two libraries we have here in Laramie and watching TV. My boss asked me if I had any plans this weekend. And I really did not have any answer. I have no money so I have nowhere to go. And in my thinking this weekend I have finally figured out why.
I miss Paris. When I was in Paris, at the tender age of 16, I made a promise to myself. At 31, I have only achieved one promise—to get myself out of abuse. And all of the others are slipping away. So from now on I will try not to examine my soul on company time as it were. But I have no idea what I am going to write about.
So here is a video that sums up my mood.
Here is another picture of Marilyn Monroe. This is the classic woman who has become an icon.
What do you think of this picture:
Remember you first gut response.
Here are some reading suggestions–books that I have really enjoyed–and I will limit the list to five for now.
Persuasion Jane Austen
The Historian Elizabeth Kostova
The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe CS Lewis
The Lord of the Rings JRR Tolkein
Jane Eyre Charlotte Bronte
Have fun Athena
For the second part of our image discussion, I would like to show you a photo that a friend showed me and completly changed my mind about the indvidual. And as a result, I wanted to see what you thought of it.
Here is the photo taken by Eve Arnold:
Yes. That is Marilyn Monroe reading James Joyce’s Ulysses. So my question to all of you: Does this photo suprise any of you? Does it make you think differently of Miss Monroe now that you have seen it? Don’t go into deep thought–just respond with your gut reactions.
So I have been thinking about how important our image is to the people around you. I have been thinking about this lately, and I am not happy with the answer.
I suffer from a disorder with my hormones and there is no cure. The disease can be managed but I will have to deal with the effects for the rest of my life. Two of the major consequences of my disorder are weight gain and the potential to be diabetic. As of now, I am overweight and no matter how hard I work it appears that I always will be.
I also know that no matter how hard I study I will never be able to post a high enough score on the GRE to get me into graduate school in English Literature. I know that no matter how hard I work, I will never be able to make a living where I have my basic needs met. I know that I will never be able to retire. I know that I will never get married and have children. I know that hard work will never give me all the things that I need. So why do I keep getting up in the morning?
I fight. It is the only thing that I know how to do. I fight against the fates—I fight against Klotho. I fight that I might have a future that does not exist. I fight for my place in the world. My father told me that my birth was not planned. I am an accident. And the course of my life certainly proves it. I thought for a while that I would be dead at 21 years of age. I did not die. So I am on the course to something. I just don’t know what that is.
I am reminded of my life when I read Tess of the d’Urbervilles. Tess was also unable to change her life, and instead she had to make decisions out of necessity not desire. And when she was close to having her desire—her lover, Angel, left her after finding out she was raped. Tess then had to go and live with her attacker until Angel returned to get Tess back. Tess then had to make a terrible decision—the only way she could be free was to kill the man who attacked her and changed the course of her life forever. In the end Tess paid with her life.
I have avoided making decisions out of fear. I have avoided drug addiction. I have pulled myself from abusive relationships. I WILL NOT BE TESS.
So what is the moral of this missive? KEEP FIGHTING EVEN IF YOU NEVER WIN.