I’ve been fascinated since I was a child by Marilyn Monroe. Apparently, I’m not alone. The Marilyn Monroe estate is on Pinterest. She has a Facebook page and a Twitter account. NBC’s SMASH likely owed some of its devoted fan base to the lingering fascination with the blonde bombshell.
I’ve read several of the many books written about her. She was a lot smarter than most people gave her credit for during her all-too-short life. Were she alive today, she would have celebrated her 87th birthday a few days ago. Much has been written about her tragic, untimely death. But her life intrigues me more. From a childhood spent in foster homes, orphanages, and with various relatives and friends, she created herself–an enduring icon. She was the personification of glamour, the woman everyone wanted–or wanted to be.
Few people have that kind of beauty and charisma. Far fewer achieve that sort of fame. But you don’t have to be glamorous, beautiful, or famous, to feel like Marilyn Monroe. Every woman should feel like Marilyn once in a while.
I had a Marilyn Moment in the most unlikely of places yesterday–my gynecologist’s office. I know, right?
I’ve known these wonderful folks forever, but typically only see them once or twice a year. Since the last time I was in, my first book came out. Several of the dear, wonderful, kind women who work in this office have read Lowcountry Boil. Two of them are reading it now. When I walked in, they made a big fuss over me. I was “their author.” They made such a fuss, in fact, that ladies in the waiting room were curious enough to ask about me after I went back to the exam room. One of the nurses made a point to tell me that another patient asked her if she knew me. We got a big laugh out of that. She knows me better than most folks.
Before I left, I made new friends among the other ladies in for a checkup. Several of them asked about my book, and I gave them business cards with all the pertinent info. Meeting fellow book-lovers is always fun. But I have to confess, the attention was fun, too.
Have you had a Marilyn Moment? Spill!