Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I knew a girl in high school who used to tell people that she was Marilyn Monroe's illegitimate daughter. The funny thing is, this girl was no beauty. She was all elbows and knees. She had stringy hair and pimples. She sat alone at lunchtime with her sad carton of milk. But she had a prescient awareness of the tragedy of her own life, and that made her powerful. She would gaze at the boys through half-closed eyes and laugh her feathery whisper of a laugh. She would walk into a classroom, hips swaying. She inhabited her body so persuasively that we began to believe in the myth of her beauty, and in time, we even began to believe that she really was Marilyn Monroe's daughter.
Posted by Tai at 8:15 PM