Saturday, April 9, 2022

Remember When

 August 1962: Marilyn is at Cal-Neva.

She's "The Girl".

Joe Dimaggio knows it. It is the way of things, and they both know it.

The thing that Joltin' Joe does for MM is really magical, and yet not so very much. He lets her be human. He accepts Norma Jeane as the flawed, yet perfect, individual that she is. Even as MM herself says that "Nobody loved Norma Jeane."

In her cabin at Cal-Neva that ill-fated weekend, Marilyn reflects on her successes, her failures, and her life in general. In that moment, it all seems worth it....and then some. She's had a colorful, interesting life. One really couldn't hope for much better than that.

She reflects on when she first met her Joe. It seems like a long time ago to her, now and yet it seems like yesterday.

To the girl dyed her hair blonde and who got her start posing for pictures, it seemed incredible that Joltin' Joe Dimaggio wanted HER. At times she was overwhelmed with inadequacy. He wanted the illusion, the blonde sex goddess magic that she never really was able to sustain 24/7, but which everyone seemed to always expect of her. She felt that she never could meet his expectations, no matter how hard she tried. She was consumed with guilt over it. She apologized to him all the time about it. At times, it seemed hopeless to her.....why should she try? NOTHING she said or did was ever enough. On some levels, it devastated her. WHY was she NEVER enough for anyone??!! Would she EVER meet someone that wanted human Norma Jeane???? It didn't seem like it would ever work out that way, to her. The thing with Joe was, HE was who she wanted to be enough for, so it mattered oh so much more to her when she didn't measure up.

She was basically under house arrest here(well, cabin arrest). No calls in or out, which made it really boring , and frightening at the same time. She supposes that people on some level know where she is, although it's probably reported in the press as a vacation or something. They could at least let her say goodbye, especially to Joe. She hopes he never forgets her.


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