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Blonde Miley
Aug. 7th, 2012 12:00 am
Apparently Miley has declined my advice and has gone even blonder. Though, I must confess I do find this shade of blonde more captivating.
(ONTD)
Aug. 7th, 2012
Apparently Miley has declined my advice and has gone even blonder. Though, I must confess I do find this shade of blonde more captivating.
(ONTD)
Blonde Miley
Aug. 7th, 2012 12:00 amApparently Miley has declined my advice and has gone even blonder. Though, I must confess I do find this shade of blonde more captivating.
(ONTD)
Maureen Dowd on Marilyn Monroe
Aug. 7th, 2012 06:00 am“Is that all I’m good for?”
-- Marilyn Monroe
Maureen Dowd's Sunday column was a nice kiss to Marilyn Monroe, and I think I'll take it down in whole.
_ _ _
MIKE NICHOLS claims he called Marilyn Monroe to work on a scene.
“Are you sure you weren’t hitting on her?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have dared dream of it,” he replied.
It was the mid-1950s, and they were both taking an acting class in New York with Lee Strasberg. Nichols recounted his conversation with the woman with the familiar breathy voice:
“The phone rang and somebody said, ‘Hello,’ and I said, ‘Hi, is Marilyn there?’ and she said, ‘No, she’s not,’ and I said, ‘Well, this is Mike. I’m in class with her. Could you take a message?’ And she said, ‘Well, it’s a holiday,’ because it was the Fourth of July weekend, and that, to her, was an excuse for not taking a message for herself.”
No one ever said Marilyn wasn’t complicated.
Nichols directed the Tony Award-winning revival of her third husband’s play, “Death of a Salesman.” I interviewed him for a BBC radio show based on a column I wrote for The Times about how we have devolved from Marilyn’s aspirational attitude toward knowledge, in which she wanted to collect great books and meet authors and intellectuals — even marrying one — to Sarah Palin’s anti-elitist scorn about reading and intellectuals.
Nichols surprised me when he said he was present at what he dryly calls the “historic moment” in May 1962 when Marilyn sang “Happy Birthday” to Jack Kennedy, who was turning 45. Marilyn was wearing that shrink-wrap, sheer Jean Louis gown ablaze with rhinestones — “skin and beads,” she called it. Nichols and Elaine May were also performing that night in Madison Square Garden, not that anyone remembers.
“I was standing right behind Marilyn, completely invisible, when she sang ‘Happy birthday, Mr. President,’ ” Nichols said. “And indeed, the corny thing happened: Her dress split for my benefit, and there was Marilyn, and yes, indeed, she didn’t wear any underwear.”
At a party afterward, “Elaine and I were dancing, and Bobby Kennedy and Marilyn danced by us, and I swear to God the conversation was as follows — ”
Here Nichols put on, first, a feathery voice and then a nasal one:
“ ‘I like you, Bobby.’
“ ‘I like you too, Marilyn.’ ”
The famous director has worked with many famous beauties. So I asked him, as we mark the 50th anniversary of Marilyn’s death, if he could explain her astonishing staying power.
“I think that the easy answer might be that she had the greatest need,” he said. “She wasn’t particularly a great beauty, that is to say, Hedy Lamarr or Ava Gardner would knock the hell out of her in a contest, but she was almost superhumanly sexual.”
Feminism has come and gone, and women now routinely puff their lips, inflate their chests, dye their hair and dress with sultry abandon. But Nichols said Marilyn’s heat went deeper, with a walk, a look and movements that were an “out-and-out open seduction right in front of everyone.”
Arthur Gelb, the former Times managing editor, likes to tell how he won a $10 bet as a slightly inebriated rewrite man in the ’50s when he reached out and, much to her annoyance, touched Marilyn’s flawless porcelain back as she dined with friends at Sardi’s.
“When she walked, it was as though she had a hundred body parts that moved separately in different directions,” Gelb told me on the BBC show. “I mean, you didn’t know what body part to follow.”
Wherever I travel in the world, I run across the luminous image of the heartbreaking and breathtaking sex symbol who was smart enough to become the most famous “dumb blonde” of the 20th century. Marilyn, her white pleated halter dress flying up over the New York subway grate, is as deeply etched in the global imagination as Audrey Hepburn in a black Givenchy dress at Tiffany’s.
Starting as the 1948 Castroville, Calif., artichoke queen, Marilyn was a genius at self-creation, high gloss over deep wounds. “Marilyn’s like a veil I wear over Norma Jeane,” she said.
Lois Banner, a professor of history and gender studies at the University of Southern California, hails the star in her new book, “Marilyn: The Passion and the Paradox,” as a proto-feminist who had to swim upstream past a mentally ill mother, 12 foster homes, a stutter, sexual abuse as a child, sexism as a star, manic-depressive cycles, addiction, Joe DiMaggio’s abuse and Arthur Miller’s condescension. “She is the child in all of us,” Banner writes, “the child we want to forget but can’t dismiss.”
Half a century after Marilyn was found on Aug. 5, 1962, in her Brentwood bedroom, nude, holding her phone, soaked in drugs, she continues to bewitch: her death at 36 and the sketchy cover-up; her tempestuous marriages to a famous baseball player and famous playwright; her role, with Jack and Bobby Kennedy, in the most intriguing film noir triangle of all time.
She gazes wistfully from the latest People, beside Rob and Kristen, with the headline, “Was Marilyn Murdered?”
“Could the iconic bombshell,” USA Today asked, “be any more alive?”
She made $27 million last year, gobs more than she ever earned in life. She was the poster girl at Cannes, a festival she never attended. And her time in England making “The Prince and the Showgirl” was the subject of a movie that got two Oscar nominations, even though the golden girl never won a gold statuette herself.
There’s a fresh cascade of books, photos, Twitter messages, Blu-ray box sets, Marilyn Monroe Cafes, Marilyn nail salons, and a MAC makeup collection.
NBC’s “Smash” is set behind the scenes of a Broadway show based on Marilyn’s life; Nicki Minaj has a song called “Marilyn Monroe,” and the documentary “Love, Marilyn” will have its premiere at the Toronto Film Festival next month. There had even been talk about revivifying the sex kitten for a hologram show.
While making her last movie, “Something’s Got to Give,” Marilyn posed nude for a young photographer, Larry Schiller, hoping to ratchet up her $100,000 salary to Elizabeth Taylor’s million-dollar territory for “Cleopatra.”
Schiller wrote in Vanity Fair that he saw the confidence that spurred Marilyn to become one of the first stars to create her own production company. “There isn’t anybody that looks like me without clothes on,” she laughed.
He also saw her dark companion, insecurity. “Is that all I’m good for?” she keened about nudity.
Yet Schiller told The Associated Press that “it’s women that have kept Marilyn alive, not men.” He says teenage girls flock to see gallery shows, and that the photos selling now accentuate her humanity, not her anatomy.
“I think,” he said, “people want to see her now as a real person.”
-- Maureen Dowd at The New York Times
-- Marilyn Monroe
Maureen Dowd's Sunday column was a nice kiss to Marilyn Monroe, and I think I'll take it down in whole.
_ _ _
MIKE NICHOLS claims he called Marilyn Monroe to work on a scene.
“Are you sure you weren’t hitting on her?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have dared dream of it,” he replied.
It was the mid-1950s, and they were both taking an acting class in New York with Lee Strasberg. Nichols recounted his conversation with the woman with the familiar breathy voice:
“The phone rang and somebody said, ‘Hello,’ and I said, ‘Hi, is Marilyn there?’ and she said, ‘No, she’s not,’ and I said, ‘Well, this is Mike. I’m in class with her. Could you take a message?’ And she said, ‘Well, it’s a holiday,’ because it was the Fourth of July weekend, and that, to her, was an excuse for not taking a message for herself.”
No one ever said Marilyn wasn’t complicated.
Nichols directed the Tony Award-winning revival of her third husband’s play, “Death of a Salesman.” I interviewed him for a BBC radio show based on a column I wrote for The Times about how we have devolved from Marilyn’s aspirational attitude toward knowledge, in which she wanted to collect great books and meet authors and intellectuals — even marrying one — to Sarah Palin’s anti-elitist scorn about reading and intellectuals.
Nichols surprised me when he said he was present at what he dryly calls the “historic moment” in May 1962 when Marilyn sang “Happy Birthday” to Jack Kennedy, who was turning 45. Marilyn was wearing that shrink-wrap, sheer Jean Louis gown ablaze with rhinestones — “skin and beads,” she called it. Nichols and Elaine May were also performing that night in Madison Square Garden, not that anyone remembers.
“I was standing right behind Marilyn, completely invisible, when she sang ‘Happy birthday, Mr. President,’ ” Nichols said. “And indeed, the corny thing happened: Her dress split for my benefit, and there was Marilyn, and yes, indeed, she didn’t wear any underwear.”
At a party afterward, “Elaine and I were dancing, and Bobby Kennedy and Marilyn danced by us, and I swear to God the conversation was as follows — ”
Here Nichols put on, first, a feathery voice and then a nasal one:
“ ‘I like you, Bobby.’
“ ‘I like you too, Marilyn.’ ”
The famous director has worked with many famous beauties. So I asked him, as we mark the 50th anniversary of Marilyn’s death, if he could explain her astonishing staying power.
“I think that the easy answer might be that she had the greatest need,” he said. “She wasn’t particularly a great beauty, that is to say, Hedy Lamarr or Ava Gardner would knock the hell out of her in a contest, but she was almost superhumanly sexual.”
Feminism has come and gone, and women now routinely puff their lips, inflate their chests, dye their hair and dress with sultry abandon. But Nichols said Marilyn’s heat went deeper, with a walk, a look and movements that were an “out-and-out open seduction right in front of everyone.”
Arthur Gelb, the former Times managing editor, likes to tell how he won a $10 bet as a slightly inebriated rewrite man in the ’50s when he reached out and, much to her annoyance, touched Marilyn’s flawless porcelain back as she dined with friends at Sardi’s.
“When she walked, it was as though she had a hundred body parts that moved separately in different directions,” Gelb told me on the BBC show. “I mean, you didn’t know what body part to follow.”
Wherever I travel in the world, I run across the luminous image of the heartbreaking and breathtaking sex symbol who was smart enough to become the most famous “dumb blonde” of the 20th century. Marilyn, her white pleated halter dress flying up over the New York subway grate, is as deeply etched in the global imagination as Audrey Hepburn in a black Givenchy dress at Tiffany’s.
Starting as the 1948 Castroville, Calif., artichoke queen, Marilyn was a genius at self-creation, high gloss over deep wounds. “Marilyn’s like a veil I wear over Norma Jeane,” she said.
Lois Banner, a professor of history and gender studies at the University of Southern California, hails the star in her new book, “Marilyn: The Passion and the Paradox,” as a proto-feminist who had to swim upstream past a mentally ill mother, 12 foster homes, a stutter, sexual abuse as a child, sexism as a star, manic-depressive cycles, addiction, Joe DiMaggio’s abuse and Arthur Miller’s condescension. “She is the child in all of us,” Banner writes, “the child we want to forget but can’t dismiss.”
Half a century after Marilyn was found on Aug. 5, 1962, in her Brentwood bedroom, nude, holding her phone, soaked in drugs, she continues to bewitch: her death at 36 and the sketchy cover-up; her tempestuous marriages to a famous baseball player and famous playwright; her role, with Jack and Bobby Kennedy, in the most intriguing film noir triangle of all time.
She gazes wistfully from the latest People, beside Rob and Kristen, with the headline, “Was Marilyn Murdered?”
“Could the iconic bombshell,” USA Today asked, “be any more alive?”
She made $27 million last year, gobs more than she ever earned in life. She was the poster girl at Cannes, a festival she never attended. And her time in England making “The Prince and the Showgirl” was the subject of a movie that got two Oscar nominations, even though the golden girl never won a gold statuette herself.
There’s a fresh cascade of books, photos, Twitter messages, Blu-ray box sets, Marilyn Monroe Cafes, Marilyn nail salons, and a MAC makeup collection.
NBC’s “Smash” is set behind the scenes of a Broadway show based on Marilyn’s life; Nicki Minaj has a song called “Marilyn Monroe,” and the documentary “Love, Marilyn” will have its premiere at the Toronto Film Festival next month. There had even been talk about revivifying the sex kitten for a hologram show.
While making her last movie, “Something’s Got to Give,” Marilyn posed nude for a young photographer, Larry Schiller, hoping to ratchet up her $100,000 salary to Elizabeth Taylor’s million-dollar territory for “Cleopatra.”
Schiller wrote in Vanity Fair that he saw the confidence that spurred Marilyn to become one of the first stars to create her own production company. “There isn’t anybody that looks like me without clothes on,” she laughed.
He also saw her dark companion, insecurity. “Is that all I’m good for?” she keened about nudity.
Yet Schiller told The Associated Press that “it’s women that have kept Marilyn alive, not men.” He says teenage girls flock to see gallery shows, and that the photos selling now accentuate her humanity, not her anatomy.
“I think,” he said, “people want to see her now as a real person.”
-- Maureen Dowd at The New York Times
Maureen Dowd on Marilyn Monroe
Aug. 7th, 2012 06:00 am“Is that all I’m good for?”
-- Marilyn Monroe
Maureen Dowd's Sunday column was a nice kiss to Marilyn Monroe, and I think I'll take it down in whole.
_ _ _
MIKE NICHOLS claims he called Marilyn Monroe to work on a scene.
“Are you sure you weren’t hitting on her?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have dared dream of it,” he replied.
It was the mid-1950s, and they were both taking an acting class in New York with Lee Strasberg. Nichols recounted his conversation with the woman with the familiar breathy voice:
“The phone rang and somebody said, ‘Hello,’ and I said, ‘Hi, is Marilyn there?’ and she said, ‘No, she’s not,’ and I said, ‘Well, this is Mike. I’m in class with her. Could you take a message?’ And she said, ‘Well, it’s a holiday,’ because it was the Fourth of July weekend, and that, to her, was an excuse for not taking a message for herself.”
No one ever said Marilyn wasn’t complicated.
Nichols directed the Tony Award-winning revival of her third husband’s play, “Death of a Salesman.” I interviewed him for a BBC radio show based on a column I wrote for The Times about how we have devolved from Marilyn’s aspirational attitude toward knowledge, in which she wanted to collect great books and meet authors and intellectuals — even marrying one — to Sarah Palin’s anti-elitist scorn about reading and intellectuals.
Nichols surprised me when he said he was present at what he dryly calls the “historic moment” in May 1962 when Marilyn sang “Happy Birthday” to Jack Kennedy, who was turning 45. Marilyn was wearing that shrink-wrap, sheer Jean Louis gown ablaze with rhinestones — “skin and beads,” she called it. Nichols and Elaine May were also performing that night in Madison Square Garden, not that anyone remembers.
“I was standing right behind Marilyn, completely invisible, when she sang ‘Happy birthday, Mr. President,’ ” Nichols said. “And indeed, the corny thing happened: Her dress split for my benefit, and there was Marilyn, and yes, indeed, she didn’t wear any underwear.”
At a party afterward, “Elaine and I were dancing, and Bobby Kennedy and Marilyn danced by us, and I swear to God the conversation was as follows — ”
Here Nichols put on, first, a feathery voice and then a nasal one:
“ ‘I like you, Bobby.’
“ ‘I like you too, Marilyn.’ ”
The famous director has worked with many famous beauties. So I asked him, as we mark the 50th anniversary of Marilyn’s death, if he could explain her astonishing staying power.
“I think that the easy answer might be that she had the greatest need,” he said. “She wasn’t particularly a great beauty, that is to say, Hedy Lamarr or Ava Gardner would knock the hell out of her in a contest, but she was almost superhumanly sexual.”
Feminism has come and gone, and women now routinely puff their lips, inflate their chests, dye their hair and dress with sultry abandon. But Nichols said Marilyn’s heat went deeper, with a walk, a look and movements that were an “out-and-out open seduction right in front of everyone.”
Arthur Gelb, the former Times managing editor, likes to tell how he won a $10 bet as a slightly inebriated rewrite man in the ’50s when he reached out and, much to her annoyance, touched Marilyn’s flawless porcelain back as she dined with friends at Sardi’s.
“When she walked, it was as though she had a hundred body parts that moved separately in different directions,” Gelb told me on the BBC show. “I mean, you didn’t know what body part to follow.”
Wherever I travel in the world, I run across the luminous image of the heartbreaking and breathtaking sex symbol who was smart enough to become the most famous “dumb blonde” of the 20th century. Marilyn, her white pleated halter dress flying up over the New York subway grate, is as deeply etched in the global imagination as Audrey Hepburn in a black Givenchy dress at Tiffany’s.
Starting as the 1948 Castroville, Calif., artichoke queen, Marilyn was a genius at self-creation, high gloss over deep wounds. “Marilyn’s like a veil I wear over Norma Jeane,” she said.
Lois Banner, a professor of history and gender studies at the University of Southern California, hails the star in her new book, “Marilyn: The Passion and the Paradox,” as a proto-feminist who had to swim upstream past a mentally ill mother, 12 foster homes, a stutter, sexual abuse as a child, sexism as a star, manic-depressive cycles, addiction, Joe DiMaggio’s abuse and Arthur Miller’s condescension. “She is the child in all of us,” Banner writes, “the child we want to forget but can’t dismiss.”
Half a century after Marilyn was found on Aug. 5, 1962, in her Brentwood bedroom, nude, holding her phone, soaked in drugs, she continues to bewitch: her death at 36 and the sketchy cover-up; her tempestuous marriages to a famous baseball player and famous playwright; her role, with Jack and Bobby Kennedy, in the most intriguing film noir triangle of all time.
She gazes wistfully from the latest People, beside Rob and Kristen, with the headline, “Was Marilyn Murdered?”
“Could the iconic bombshell,” USA Today asked, “be any more alive?”
She made $27 million last year, gobs more than she ever earned in life. She was the poster girl at Cannes, a festival she never attended. And her time in England making “The Prince and the Showgirl” was the subject of a movie that got two Oscar nominations, even though the golden girl never won a gold statuette herself.
There’s a fresh cascade of books, photos, Twitter messages, Blu-ray box sets, Marilyn Monroe Cafes, Marilyn nail salons, and a MAC makeup collection.
NBC’s “Smash” is set behind the scenes of a Broadway show based on Marilyn’s life; Nicki Minaj has a song called “Marilyn Monroe,” and the documentary “Love, Marilyn” will have its premiere at the Toronto Film Festival next month. There had even been talk about revivifying the sex kitten for a hologram show.
While making her last movie, “Something’s Got to Give,” Marilyn posed nude for a young photographer, Larry Schiller, hoping to ratchet up her $100,000 salary to Elizabeth Taylor’s million-dollar territory for “Cleopatra.”
Schiller wrote in Vanity Fair that he saw the confidence that spurred Marilyn to become one of the first stars to create her own production company. “There isn’t anybody that looks like me without clothes on,” she laughed.
He also saw her dark companion, insecurity. “Is that all I’m good for?” she keened about nudity.
Yet Schiller told The Associated Press that “it’s women that have kept Marilyn alive, not men.” He says teenage girls flock to see gallery shows, and that the photos selling now accentuate her humanity, not her anatomy.
“I think,” he said, “people want to see her now as a real person.”
-- Maureen Dowd at The New York Times
-- Marilyn Monroe
Maureen Dowd's Sunday column was a nice kiss to Marilyn Monroe, and I think I'll take it down in whole.
_ _ _
MIKE NICHOLS claims he called Marilyn Monroe to work on a scene.
“Are you sure you weren’t hitting on her?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have dared dream of it,” he replied.
It was the mid-1950s, and they were both taking an acting class in New York with Lee Strasberg. Nichols recounted his conversation with the woman with the familiar breathy voice:
“The phone rang and somebody said, ‘Hello,’ and I said, ‘Hi, is Marilyn there?’ and she said, ‘No, she’s not,’ and I said, ‘Well, this is Mike. I’m in class with her. Could you take a message?’ And she said, ‘Well, it’s a holiday,’ because it was the Fourth of July weekend, and that, to her, was an excuse for not taking a message for herself.”
No one ever said Marilyn wasn’t complicated.
Nichols directed the Tony Award-winning revival of her third husband’s play, “Death of a Salesman.” I interviewed him for a BBC radio show based on a column I wrote for The Times about how we have devolved from Marilyn’s aspirational attitude toward knowledge, in which she wanted to collect great books and meet authors and intellectuals — even marrying one — to Sarah Palin’s anti-elitist scorn about reading and intellectuals.
Nichols surprised me when he said he was present at what he dryly calls the “historic moment” in May 1962 when Marilyn sang “Happy Birthday” to Jack Kennedy, who was turning 45. Marilyn was wearing that shrink-wrap, sheer Jean Louis gown ablaze with rhinestones — “skin and beads,” she called it. Nichols and Elaine May were also performing that night in Madison Square Garden, not that anyone remembers.
“I was standing right behind Marilyn, completely invisible, when she sang ‘Happy birthday, Mr. President,’ ” Nichols said. “And indeed, the corny thing happened: Her dress split for my benefit, and there was Marilyn, and yes, indeed, she didn’t wear any underwear.”
At a party afterward, “Elaine and I were dancing, and Bobby Kennedy and Marilyn danced by us, and I swear to God the conversation was as follows — ”
Here Nichols put on, first, a feathery voice and then a nasal one:
“ ‘I like you, Bobby.’
“ ‘I like you too, Marilyn.’ ”
The famous director has worked with many famous beauties. So I asked him, as we mark the 50th anniversary of Marilyn’s death, if he could explain her astonishing staying power.
“I think that the easy answer might be that she had the greatest need,” he said. “She wasn’t particularly a great beauty, that is to say, Hedy Lamarr or Ava Gardner would knock the hell out of her in a contest, but she was almost superhumanly sexual.”
Feminism has come and gone, and women now routinely puff their lips, inflate their chests, dye their hair and dress with sultry abandon. But Nichols said Marilyn’s heat went deeper, with a walk, a look and movements that were an “out-and-out open seduction right in front of everyone.”
Arthur Gelb, the former Times managing editor, likes to tell how he won a $10 bet as a slightly inebriated rewrite man in the ’50s when he reached out and, much to her annoyance, touched Marilyn’s flawless porcelain back as she dined with friends at Sardi’s.
“When she walked, it was as though she had a hundred body parts that moved separately in different directions,” Gelb told me on the BBC show. “I mean, you didn’t know what body part to follow.”
Wherever I travel in the world, I run across the luminous image of the heartbreaking and breathtaking sex symbol who was smart enough to become the most famous “dumb blonde” of the 20th century. Marilyn, her white pleated halter dress flying up over the New York subway grate, is as deeply etched in the global imagination as Audrey Hepburn in a black Givenchy dress at Tiffany’s.
Starting as the 1948 Castroville, Calif., artichoke queen, Marilyn was a genius at self-creation, high gloss over deep wounds. “Marilyn’s like a veil I wear over Norma Jeane,” she said.
Lois Banner, a professor of history and gender studies at the University of Southern California, hails the star in her new book, “Marilyn: The Passion and the Paradox,” as a proto-feminist who had to swim upstream past a mentally ill mother, 12 foster homes, a stutter, sexual abuse as a child, sexism as a star, manic-depressive cycles, addiction, Joe DiMaggio’s abuse and Arthur Miller’s condescension. “She is the child in all of us,” Banner writes, “the child we want to forget but can’t dismiss.”
Half a century after Marilyn was found on Aug. 5, 1962, in her Brentwood bedroom, nude, holding her phone, soaked in drugs, she continues to bewitch: her death at 36 and the sketchy cover-up; her tempestuous marriages to a famous baseball player and famous playwright; her role, with Jack and Bobby Kennedy, in the most intriguing film noir triangle of all time.
She gazes wistfully from the latest People, beside Rob and Kristen, with the headline, “Was Marilyn Murdered?”
“Could the iconic bombshell,” USA Today asked, “be any more alive?”
She made $27 million last year, gobs more than she ever earned in life. She was the poster girl at Cannes, a festival she never attended. And her time in England making “The Prince and the Showgirl” was the subject of a movie that got two Oscar nominations, even though the golden girl never won a gold statuette herself.
There’s a fresh cascade of books, photos, Twitter messages, Blu-ray box sets, Marilyn Monroe Cafes, Marilyn nail salons, and a MAC makeup collection.
NBC’s “Smash” is set behind the scenes of a Broadway show based on Marilyn’s life; Nicki Minaj has a song called “Marilyn Monroe,” and the documentary “Love, Marilyn” will have its premiere at the Toronto Film Festival next month. There had even been talk about revivifying the sex kitten for a hologram show.
While making her last movie, “Something’s Got to Give,” Marilyn posed nude for a young photographer, Larry Schiller, hoping to ratchet up her $100,000 salary to Elizabeth Taylor’s million-dollar territory for “Cleopatra.”
Schiller wrote in Vanity Fair that he saw the confidence that spurred Marilyn to become one of the first stars to create her own production company. “There isn’t anybody that looks like me without clothes on,” she laughed.
He also saw her dark companion, insecurity. “Is that all I’m good for?” she keened about nudity.
Yet Schiller told The Associated Press that “it’s women that have kept Marilyn alive, not men.” He says teenage girls flock to see gallery shows, and that the photos selling now accentuate her humanity, not her anatomy.
“I think,” he said, “people want to see her now as a real person.”
-- Maureen Dowd at The New York Times
George Will on Football
Aug. 7th, 2012 09:00 amFootball is bigger than ever, in several senses. Bear Bryant's 1966 undefeated Alabama team had only 19 players who weighed more than 200 pounds. The heaviest weighed 223. The linemen averaged 194. The quarterback weighed 177. Today, many high school teams are much bigger. In 1980, only three NFL players weighed 300 or more pounds. In 2011, according to pro-football-reference.com, there were 352, including three 350-pounders. Thirty-one of the NFL's 32 offensive lines averaged more than 300.
-- George Will at UnionLeader.com
George is not boasting about football. He is a baseball fan, and is decidedly not an enthusiast for our gladitorial pastime. The point of his column is focused on the health of the game, or on how dangerous the game actually is for players, especially with respect to head injuries. He even favors putting an end to football. We'll close with his final two paragraphs:
Decades ago, this column lightheartedly called football a mistake because it combines two of the worst features of American life — violence, punctuated by committee meetings, which football calls huddles. Now, however, accumulating evidence about new understandings of the human body — the brain, especially, but not exclusively — compel the conclusion that football is a mistake because the body is not built to absorb, and cannot be adequately modified by training or protected by equipment to absorb, the game's kinetic energies.
After 18 people died playing football in 1905, even President Theodore Roosevelt, who loved war and gore generally, flinched and forced some rules changes. Today, however, the problem is not the rules; it is the fiction that football can be fixed and still resemble the game fans relish.
-- George Will at UnionLeader.com
George is not boasting about football. He is a baseball fan, and is decidedly not an enthusiast for our gladitorial pastime. The point of his column is focused on the health of the game, or on how dangerous the game actually is for players, especially with respect to head injuries. He even favors putting an end to football. We'll close with his final two paragraphs:
Decades ago, this column lightheartedly called football a mistake because it combines two of the worst features of American life — violence, punctuated by committee meetings, which football calls huddles. Now, however, accumulating evidence about new understandings of the human body — the brain, especially, but not exclusively — compel the conclusion that football is a mistake because the body is not built to absorb, and cannot be adequately modified by training or protected by equipment to absorb, the game's kinetic energies.
After 18 people died playing football in 1905, even President Theodore Roosevelt, who loved war and gore generally, flinched and forced some rules changes. Today, however, the problem is not the rules; it is the fiction that football can be fixed and still resemble the game fans relish.
George Will on Football
Aug. 7th, 2012 09:00 amFootball is bigger than ever, in several senses. Bear Bryant's 1966 undefeated Alabama team had only 19 players who weighed more than 200 pounds. The heaviest weighed 223. The linemen averaged 194. The quarterback weighed 177. Today, many high school teams are much bigger. In 1980, only three NFL players weighed 300 or more pounds. In 2011, according to pro-football-reference.com, there were 352, including three 350-pounders. Thirty-one of the NFL's 32 offensive lines averaged more than 300.
-- George Will at UnionLeader.com
George is not boasting about football. He is a baseball fan, and is decidedly not an enthusiast for our gladitorial pastime. The point of his column is focused on the health of the game, or on how dangerous the game actually is for players, especially with respect to head injuries. He even favors putting an end to football. We'll close with his final two paragraphs:
Decades ago, this column lightheartedly called football a mistake because it combines two of the worst features of American life — violence, punctuated by committee meetings, which football calls huddles. Now, however, accumulating evidence about new understandings of the human body — the brain, especially, but not exclusively — compel the conclusion that football is a mistake because the body is not built to absorb, and cannot be adequately modified by training or protected by equipment to absorb, the game's kinetic energies.
After 18 people died playing football in 1905, even President Theodore Roosevelt, who loved war and gore generally, flinched and forced some rules changes. Today, however, the problem is not the rules; it is the fiction that football can be fixed and still resemble the game fans relish.
-- George Will at UnionLeader.com
George is not boasting about football. He is a baseball fan, and is decidedly not an enthusiast for our gladitorial pastime. The point of his column is focused on the health of the game, or on how dangerous the game actually is for players, especially with respect to head injuries. He even favors putting an end to football. We'll close with his final two paragraphs:
Decades ago, this column lightheartedly called football a mistake because it combines two of the worst features of American life — violence, punctuated by committee meetings, which football calls huddles. Now, however, accumulating evidence about new understandings of the human body — the brain, especially, but not exclusively — compel the conclusion that football is a mistake because the body is not built to absorb, and cannot be adequately modified by training or protected by equipment to absorb, the game's kinetic energies.
After 18 people died playing football in 1905, even President Theodore Roosevelt, who loved war and gore generally, flinched and forced some rules changes. Today, however, the problem is not the rules; it is the fiction that football can be fixed and still resemble the game fans relish.
Elton John vs. Madonna vs. Lady Gaga
Aug. 7th, 2012 12:00 pmI see that there is a celebrity feud burning between Elton John and Madonna. I take it that it is one of those complex triangular things, tying into the animosity that Madonna has toward Lady Gaga. Well, I'm not a fan of any of them, but the pyrotechnics are spectacular.
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His extraordinary outburst came during an explosive appearance on Australian TV when he leapt to defend his son Zachary’s godmother, Lady Gaga, against endless taunts from the Material ma.
The 65-year-old raged: ‘Why is she such a nightmare? Sorry, her career is over. Her tour has been a disaster and it couldn’t happen to a bigger c***.’
Warning the 53-year-old pop queen to get back in her box with her pompoms and fishnets, he continued: ‘If Madonna had any common sense she would have made a record like Ray Of Light and stayed away from the dance stuff and just been a great pop singer and make great pop records, which she does brilliantly.
‘But no, she had to go and prove... she looks like a f***ing fairground stripper. She’s been horrible to Gaga.’
-- ONTD
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His extraordinary outburst came during an explosive appearance on Australian TV when he leapt to defend his son Zachary’s godmother, Lady Gaga, against endless taunts from the Material ma.
The 65-year-old raged: ‘Why is she such a nightmare? Sorry, her career is over. Her tour has been a disaster and it couldn’t happen to a bigger c***.’
Warning the 53-year-old pop queen to get back in her box with her pompoms and fishnets, he continued: ‘If Madonna had any common sense she would have made a record like Ray Of Light and stayed away from the dance stuff and just been a great pop singer and make great pop records, which she does brilliantly.
‘But no, she had to go and prove... she looks like a f***ing fairground stripper. She’s been horrible to Gaga.’
-- ONTD
Elton John vs. Madonna vs. Lady Gaga
Aug. 7th, 2012 12:00 pmI see that there is a celebrity feud burning between Elton John and Madonna. I take it that it is one of those complex triangular things, tying into the animosity that Madonna has toward Lady Gaga. Well, I'm not a fan of any of them, but the pyrotechnics are spectacular.
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His extraordinary outburst came during an explosive appearance on Australian TV when he leapt to defend his son Zachary’s godmother, Lady Gaga, against endless taunts from the Material ma.
The 65-year-old raged: ‘Why is she such a nightmare? Sorry, her career is over. Her tour has been a disaster and it couldn’t happen to a bigger c***.’
Warning the 53-year-old pop queen to get back in her box with her pompoms and fishnets, he continued: ‘If Madonna had any common sense she would have made a record like Ray Of Light and stayed away from the dance stuff and just been a great pop singer and make great pop records, which she does brilliantly.
‘But no, she had to go and prove... she looks like a f***ing fairground stripper. She’s been horrible to Gaga.’
-- ONTD
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His extraordinary outburst came during an explosive appearance on Australian TV when he leapt to defend his son Zachary’s godmother, Lady Gaga, against endless taunts from the Material ma.
The 65-year-old raged: ‘Why is she such a nightmare? Sorry, her career is over. Her tour has been a disaster and it couldn’t happen to a bigger c***.’
Warning the 53-year-old pop queen to get back in her box with her pompoms and fishnets, he continued: ‘If Madonna had any common sense she would have made a record like Ray Of Light and stayed away from the dance stuff and just been a great pop singer and make great pop records, which she does brilliantly.
‘But no, she had to go and prove... she looks like a f***ing fairground stripper. She’s been horrible to Gaga.’
-- ONTD
Lord Byron and Getting Old
Aug. 7th, 2012 06:00 pmSo, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
-- Lord Byron
That is the first stanza of his "So, We'll Go No More A Roving". Although I am not entirely sure of its intended meaning, I read it as an ode to the passing of life, the leaving behind of youth, the woeful decline into old age.
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
-- Lord Byron
That is the first stanza of his "So, We'll Go No More A Roving". Although I am not entirely sure of its intended meaning, I read it as an ode to the passing of life, the leaving behind of youth, the woeful decline into old age.
Lord Byron and Getting Old
Aug. 7th, 2012 06:00 pmSo, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
-- Lord Byron
That is the first stanza of his "So, We'll Go No More A Roving". Although I am not entirely sure of its intended meaning, I read it as an ode to the passing of life, the leaving behind of youth, the woeful decline into old age.
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
-- Lord Byron
That is the first stanza of his "So, We'll Go No More A Roving". Although I am not entirely sure of its intended meaning, I read it as an ode to the passing of life, the leaving behind of youth, the woeful decline into old age.
Gabby Douglas
Aug. 7th, 2012 09:00 pmGabby Douglas is the first African-American gymnast to take top prize in the sport, and she is also the first American, period, to win gold in team and all-around competition. So, she is a little taken aback to learn upon checking out the Internet that one of the main concerns in the social media world is her hair. Apparently, the great netizens of the world don't care for it much.
She remarks, "I don't know where this is coming from. What's wrong with my hair? I'm like, `I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' It can be bald or short, it doesn't matter about (my) hair."
I think I would avoid the noise of the Internet if I were involved in such tense competition, but I suppose she might have wanted to bask in what one would assume to be unabashed adulation for her historic triumph. She apparently does not know the Internt that well. I trust she can forget about us and leave us flailing away on our keyboards in desperate obscurity as she goes on with her gold medal life.
She probably shouldn't listen to Fox News either, since the good people there question her patriotism because her outfit was not themed heavily enough with the stars and stripes. We will close with this comment from Tumblr:
She’s a cisgendered God-fearing Army brat with a gold medal and if she were white she would be considered an “All American Sweetheart.”
But because she is a person of color she could have gone in to the games on an American Eagle and won that medal with a apple pie in one hand and the flag in the other drinking a can of Coca-Cola whilst wearing a cowboy hat and she still wouldn’t be considered patriotic.
(Source: ONTD)
She remarks, "I don't know where this is coming from. What's wrong with my hair? I'm like, `I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' It can be bald or short, it doesn't matter about (my) hair."
I think I would avoid the noise of the Internet if I were involved in such tense competition, but I suppose she might have wanted to bask in what one would assume to be unabashed adulation for her historic triumph. She apparently does not know the Internt that well. I trust she can forget about us and leave us flailing away on our keyboards in desperate obscurity as she goes on with her gold medal life.
She probably shouldn't listen to Fox News either, since the good people there question her patriotism because her outfit was not themed heavily enough with the stars and stripes. We will close with this comment from Tumblr:
She’s a cisgendered God-fearing Army brat with a gold medal and if she were white she would be considered an “All American Sweetheart.”
But because she is a person of color she could have gone in to the games on an American Eagle and won that medal with a apple pie in one hand and the flag in the other drinking a can of Coca-Cola whilst wearing a cowboy hat and she still wouldn’t be considered patriotic.
(Source: ONTD)
Gabby Douglas
Aug. 7th, 2012 09:00 pmGabby Douglas is the first African-American gymnast to take top prize in the sport, and she is also the first American, period, to win gold in team and all-around competition. So, she is a little taken aback to learn upon checking out the Internet that one of the main concerns in the social media world is her hair. Apparently, the great netizens of the world don't care for it much.
She remarks, "I don't know where this is coming from. What's wrong with my hair? I'm like, `I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' It can be bald or short, it doesn't matter about (my) hair."
I think I would avoid the noise of the Internet if I were involved in such tense competition, but I suppose she might have wanted to bask in what one would assume to be unabashed adulation for her historic triumph. She apparently does not know the Internt that well. I trust she can forget about us and leave us flailing away on our keyboards in desperate obscurity as she goes on with her gold medal life.
She probably shouldn't listen to Fox News either, since the good people there question her patriotism because her outfit was not themed heavily enough with the stars and stripes. We will close with this comment from Tumblr:
She’s a cisgendered God-fearing Army brat with a gold medal and if she were white she would be considered an “All American Sweetheart.”
But because she is a person of color she could have gone in to the games on an American Eagle and won that medal with a apple pie in one hand and the flag in the other drinking a can of Coca-Cola whilst wearing a cowboy hat and she still wouldn’t be considered patriotic.
(Source: ONTD)
She remarks, "I don't know where this is coming from. What's wrong with my hair? I'm like, `I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' It can be bald or short, it doesn't matter about (my) hair."
I think I would avoid the noise of the Internet if I were involved in such tense competition, but I suppose she might have wanted to bask in what one would assume to be unabashed adulation for her historic triumph. She apparently does not know the Internt that well. I trust she can forget about us and leave us flailing away on our keyboards in desperate obscurity as she goes on with her gold medal life.
She probably shouldn't listen to Fox News either, since the good people there question her patriotism because her outfit was not themed heavily enough with the stars and stripes. We will close with this comment from Tumblr:
She’s a cisgendered God-fearing Army brat with a gold medal and if she were white she would be considered an “All American Sweetheart.”
But because she is a person of color she could have gone in to the games on an American Eagle and won that medal with a apple pie in one hand and the flag in the other drinking a can of Coca-Cola whilst wearing a cowboy hat and she still wouldn’t be considered patriotic.
(Source: ONTD)
Pussy Riot
Aug. 7th, 2012 11:00 pmPussy Riot is a band. Russian, I take it. And they are in a political showdown with Putin.
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Pussy Riot has skewered Putin on the horns of a dilemma: Either his government convicts the band and martyrs it even further, or it backs down and concedes that prosecuting the masked trio for a cacophonous musical protest at Christ the Savior Cathedral that called attention to the Russian church's alliance with the Putin regime was always a mistake. Three of the five band members now face the prospect of seven years in prison, which has prompted an unlikely international outcry. On Thursday, Aug. 2, ahead of a meeting with British Prime Minister David Cameron, Putin indicated he'd prefer to back down.
-- Sully's Dish
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Who says there is no progress in Russia? Not so long ago, that could have been a straight, one-way ticket to the gulag.
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Pussy Riot has skewered Putin on the horns of a dilemma: Either his government convicts the band and martyrs it even further, or it backs down and concedes that prosecuting the masked trio for a cacophonous musical protest at Christ the Savior Cathedral that called attention to the Russian church's alliance with the Putin regime was always a mistake. Three of the five band members now face the prospect of seven years in prison, which has prompted an unlikely international outcry. On Thursday, Aug. 2, ahead of a meeting with British Prime Minister David Cameron, Putin indicated he'd prefer to back down.
-- Sully's Dish
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Who says there is no progress in Russia? Not so long ago, that could have been a straight, one-way ticket to the gulag.
Pussy Riot
Aug. 7th, 2012 11:00 pmPussy Riot is a band. Russian, I take it. And they are in a political showdown with Putin.
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Pussy Riot has skewered Putin on the horns of a dilemma: Either his government convicts the band and martyrs it even further, or it backs down and concedes that prosecuting the masked trio for a cacophonous musical protest at Christ the Savior Cathedral that called attention to the Russian church's alliance with the Putin regime was always a mistake. Three of the five band members now face the prospect of seven years in prison, which has prompted an unlikely international outcry. On Thursday, Aug. 2, ahead of a meeting with British Prime Minister David Cameron, Putin indicated he'd prefer to back down.
-- Sully's Dish
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Who says there is no progress in Russia? Not so long ago, that could have been a straight, one-way ticket to the gulag.
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Pussy Riot has skewered Putin on the horns of a dilemma: Either his government convicts the band and martyrs it even further, or it backs down and concedes that prosecuting the masked trio for a cacophonous musical protest at Christ the Savior Cathedral that called attention to the Russian church's alliance with the Putin regime was always a mistake. Three of the five band members now face the prospect of seven years in prison, which has prompted an unlikely international outcry. On Thursday, Aug. 2, ahead of a meeting with British Prime Minister David Cameron, Putin indicated he'd prefer to back down.
-- Sully's Dish
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Who says there is no progress in Russia? Not so long ago, that could have been a straight, one-way ticket to the gulag.