Marilyn and I both get (or got) our blonde out of a bottle - she because platinum was popular, me because gray is decidedly not. She was known for her beauty and comedic ability, just as I like to think I am. She starred in How to Marry a Millionaire, and I have often wished I married a millionaire.
But wait. The coincidences don’t end there. It has been said many times that Marilyn was a size sixteen at one point. I have been a size sixteen many times in my life. She was married to Yankee Joe DiMaggio. That makes both of us Yankees fans. Marilyn’s second husband was playwright Arthur Miller, author of Death of a Salesman – a play I’ve read. Twice.
Spooky, right? It’s like I’m writing about my twin, practically. But there’s more!
When Marilyn was young, it’s rumored that she slept with Marlon Brando. I would have loved to sleep with a young Marlon Brando. And Marilyn, of course, was in the buff with both Jack and Bobby Kennedy. I am personally a huge Kennedy buff! (Go ahead! Ask me anything about any of them! Unless you ask me a dirty question – then I would have to read Marilyn’s diary to find the answer.)
Really, we have so much in common; I’m surprised people don’t confuse me with her more often.
Just once would be nice.