i miss the generations when a guy had to ask a girl out by asking her parents, where a girl could just be beautiful in a t-shirt, where bubonic plagues decimated villages across europe and left a third of the population dead. reblog if you agree.
“I remember when I got the part in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Jane Russell - she was the brunette in it and I was the blonde. She got $200,000 for it, and I got my $500 a week, but that to me was, you know, considerable. She, by the way, was quite wonderful to me. The only thing was I couldn’t get a dressing room. Finally, I really got to this kind of level and I said, “Look, after all, I am the blonde, and it is Gentlemen Prefer Blondes!” Because still they always kept saying, “Remember, you’re not a star.” I said, “Well, whatever I am, I am the blonde!” And I want to say to the people, if I am a star, the people made me a star. No studio, no person, but the people did. There was a reaction that came to the studio, the fan mail, or when I went to a premiere, or the exhibitors wanted to meet me. I didn’t know why. When they all rushed toward me I looked behind me to see who was there and I said, “My heavens!” I was scared to death. I used to get the feeling, and sometimes I still get it, that sometimes I was fooling somebody; I don’t know who or what, maybe myself.”—Marilyn Monroe, Life magazine, August 17 1962 (via voidoid)