Marilyn Monroe, Me, and the Three Minutes That Captured Her Humanity
Throughout her career, Monroe was asked about her appearance, her waistline, or her latest, painful divorce. Later in life, I think of her every time I delve into the comments section on Instagram. In these moments, I smile and laugh, when what I want to say is, “How could you be so cruel?” Marilyn Monroe: Hollywood Icon Emily Shur A few days before my speech, I went to the exhibit’s opening. The next day would have been Monroe’s 100th birthday. For an hour, I watched fellow fans with custom silk-screened T-shirts and bags, wander into the exhibit, slack-jawed under heart-shaped pools of light. I watched immaculately dressed women in 1940s nip-waisted dresses take in Monroe’s makeup, now displayed under glass. I watched mothers and daughters, and fathers and daughters, transported by the sound of Monroe’s voice, echoing as intimately through the gallery as if she were whispering in the shower. I saw the Gentlemen Prefer Blondes dress, and the one from The Seven Year Itch. At the end, I saw a photo of Marilyn’s own …








