Forty-seven years ago today, America got a lot less sexy.
Marilyn Monroe died on August 5, 1962.
Some say she was murdered. Not sure about that; seems folks like to cry "foul play" whenever a celebrity dies under mysterious circumstances.
Gee, I wonder if there are any current examples, happening right now, to support that accusation?
So it was that on this date, the sex symbol actress and model Monroe was found dead in her bed, the victim of an apparent drug overdose.
The fact that Marilyn died from drugs isn't under dispute. It's how she ingested them that's the issue, for some people.
The Kennedys have been looked at cross-eyed by some conspiracy mongerers.
President John and Attorney General Bobby both had their intimate moments with Marilyn, it's been widely reported. In fact, phone records verify that MM spoke with RFK the evening of her death.
So why kill Marilyn Monroe?
Well, dead men---and women---tell no tales, and it's been speculated that Monroe might have been about to spill some very delicate beans about her relationship with the Kennedys, and the boys' dalliances with some other sweet young things.
Juicy stuff, eh?
There've been stories.
Some men busted into Monroe's Hollywood-area home, physically restrained her, and shoved lethal doses of dope up her rectum. Sorry to describe it with absolutely no finesse, but that was the gist of it.
There were other tales, but that one has gotten the most play.
Of course, the conspiracy people conveniently like to dismiss MM's serious lack of mental stability in the months leading up to her death.
She was a terribly sad and lonely woman that spring. She was working on a movie with Dean Martin, called, ironically, "Something's Got to Give," but "working" was often a misnomer.
Marilyn would be late to the set. Marilyn wouldn't show up at all. Marilyn would forget her lines.
Marilyn was messed up.
She celebrated a birthday during filming---which was never completed because of her demise---and there's a haunting photo of her looking over her birthday cake with eyes that were devoid of spirit.
The potential reasons for her drug dependency is a long list. Her life certainly contained enough drama to shove an emotionally-weak person to the edge and eventually over it.
One year and a day after Monroe's death, I entered this world.
Yeah, that means my birthday is tomorrow.
How shameless we can be sometimes, huh?