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Submitted by crum34 on October 8, 2005
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Marilyn Monroe “The Blonde Bombshell”
“I am not interested in money, I just want to be wonderful.” (Marilyn Monroe's official Website, 1) A quote from the classic beauty Marilyn Monroe. What I would like to know about Marilyn Monroe is about how she got started in show business, and what made her such a Hollywood icon. I really don’t know anything about her, or her career. The reason I would like to learn more about her, is because she seemed to be such an amazing person, and a classic beauty.
Marilyn Monroe was born Norma Jeane Mortenson on June 1, 1926 in Los Angeles, California, to Gladys Baker. Since the identity of her father is unknown, she was later baptized Norma Jeane Baker. Psychological problems prevented her mother from caring for her, so she spent most of her childhood in foster homes and orphanages until 1937, when she moved in with family friend Grace McKee Goddard.
“You wouldn’t exactly say I had a normal childhood, could you? They say you soon forget the bad things in your life. Maybe for others, but not for me. I guess I was about eight years old--I was living in this foster home that took in boarders besides me. I remember there was this old man they would cater to. He was star boarder. Well, one day when I was upstairs on the first floor where his room was, I was putting some towels in the hall closet. His door was open; he saw me and called me, motioned for me to come into his room. I went in, and immediately he bolted the door. He asked me to sit on his lap. Frightened, I obeyed. He kissed me and started doing other things to me. He put his hand under my dress. He said it’s only a game. He let me go when his game was over. He touched me in places no one ever had before. When he unlocked the door and let me out, I ran over to my foster mother and, crying, told her what he had done to me. “He touched me all over,” I sobbed, with tears running down my face. She looked...
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