Goodbye Norma Jean...

      This is not a normal media log. This is not a blog for commercials, advertisements, or media. Instead, this is a blog about the most well-known product of the media: Miss Norma Jean Mortenson, or as we know her, Marilyn Monroe.

          Hollywood has a way of turning a masterpiece into a pile of rubbish; everything becomes filler, and the real thing is left behind. This, unfortunately, was the very thing that happened to Monroe. It’s very difficult to look at the beautiful pictures of Norma Jean and then compare them with the heavily-made-up sex icon that the world grew to know so well. Compare the two pictures below. The first is before she reached stardom, and the second is during the apex of her limelight:

    

     Before I say anything and you die-hard Marilyn-is-the-sexiest-woman-in-the-world people go out of your mind (believe me, I agree), let me just say that younger or older, she’s still drop-dead gorgeous. But here’s the deal: That picture on the left is the pure stuff. That’s the soul of Norma Jean right there. And to me, that person is far more beautiful than the stranger next to her.

     See, here’s how it works. Take the media for example. Your average TV commercial: it’s all filler. The original message, as time goes on, is blown to kingdom come, while all that useless filler seeps through and poisons your mind. The longer we let it go on, the more we forget about what we’re actually looking at.

      If you really think about it, this is exactly what happened to Norma Jean; she went from an amazing, promising young individual to a product of all the Jesus Christs down in Hollywood. Somewhere deep beneath the make-up, there is innocence. Somewhere beneath those ridiculous furs, there is compassion. Somewhere beneath a life of suffering, innuendo, and melancholy is a heart and soul. Somewhere there is a beautiful young woman, someone who is the master of her fate.

     So let me ask you: Do we let ourselves sell our souls to expectations and cover ourselves so that no one can see who we really are? Or do we show our true selves, no matter how weird or unorthodox, and remain true to who we are?

Well, let's hope we have the sense to see past the lies and be content with who we are. 

As for Norma Jean and I... Well, I think we'll be okay. 

[Please feel free to enjoy the following three videos. Hopefully they touch you as much as they touched me.]

R.I.P.  Our Marilyn Monroe. Her Candle Burned  Out Long Before Her Legend Ever Will.