86th Birthday of Marilyn Monroe

All images Public Domain

Forever 36, Marilyn Monroe would have been 86 today.

Marilyn Over the Rainbow
By Annette Marie Hyder
Previously published in Empowerment4Women Magazine

If heaven is a place
“over the rainbow”
where ruby slippers shimmer
and ruby red lips part over pearly whites
of laughter
and blue birds of happiness really do sing
the thoughts of your equally blue eyes
and if heaven is a place where all the good “gods” go —
the celebrities/deities of various grades A, B, and C —
then that is where I will picture you
so shiny and always smiling
at gusts of wind that whip your dress into a frenzy
but not your composure
that is cocksure-serene-pouty-posing-pure
and as white-hot-gold as your hair
for real.
I see you there.

Links of interest:
Marilyn Monroe to get hologram treatment
Marilyn Monroe’s star to get birthday rededication


What makes me happy about this picture?

Photo taken at Barnes & Noble, Minnetonka, MN

Three things

  • Look at how many Rolling Stone magazines there are.
  • Notice how this issue’s cover “model” is not moving the mags here in Minnesota — at least at the book stores I’ve been to.
  • Observe the pristine, untouched appearance of the magazine. No dog ears. No sign of being picked up and leafed through — no indication of interest at all.

Except by me. And my interest is of a documenting sort. I am happy to have been able to capture these gleefully observed indications of what I’d like to call “Mayer-malaise”.

John Mayer’s clownish, misogynist comments about women make him eminently worthy of disdain.  His posturing (he’s been trying to position himself as heart-breaker extraordinaire and Jennifer Aniston life-ruiner) makes him eye-rollingly ridiculous. I bet Jennifer Aniston, in the privacy of her home, is tossing her signature locks in abandoned joyous celebration at being free of the pathetic attention-cubus that is John Mayer.

In the Rolling Stone interview, John Mayer talks about masturbation, trying to find someone he can admire more than he admires himself, and how he can’t fathom explaining himself to somebody who can’t believe he’d be interested in them (this after he disingenuously talks about girls brushing him off at clubs).

I picture a cartoon of a soulful looking parrot with a guitar over its feathered shoulder and one claw around its feathered man part. The parrot is in a cage. The door to the cage is wide open. The bird is too preoccupied to fly away. It is peering into a round bird-mirror which is clipped to the inside of the cage and the parrot is squawking — “I want you!” —  to the rapturous image before its love-struck eyes.

Links of interest

John Mayer’s Dirty Mind, Lonely Heart: February issue of Rolling Stone
Jezebel has five theories on the singer’s ‘interior life…or lack thereof’

Chris Brown wants Rihanna to hush

Chris Brown wants Rihanna to hush, says beating her is a private matter and just between the two of them

‘I maintain my position that all of the details should remain a private matter between us,” he said in a statement to MTV. “I do appreciate her support and wish her the best.”  Source

He goes on to “apologize” and “take responsibility for his actions.” By pairing “apologizing” and “taking responsibility” with an arrogant statement that the victim of his abuse should (yes, he uses the word should) keep the details of his brutally beating her private, he demonstrates a far greater concern for his presentation of self than for the heinousness of his actions. Call me cynical but that, for me, calls into question his sincerity.

His position highlights his selfishness. It also displays a desire to control Rihanna.

Keeping silent about abuse ties the abuser and the abused together tightly in a dangerous knot of co-dependence, an alienating snarl of ‘us against the world.’

“Love doesn’t go away right away,” Rihanna says. “He didn’t accept that very well. Obviously he didn’t want us to be apart. But I had to make a decision for me.”

I’m so glad that Rihanna has spoken out, cut the ties and shared her experience with others. She says it’s been embarrassing and who could doubt that? It’s easier to hide the truth. It’s easier and the fantasy is so much prettier than the reality: “Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.” — Albert Camus.

But, as the saying goes, The truth shall set you free. — John 8:32

Let your voice carry, Rihanna.

Related links:

Rihanna embarrassed to have loved Chris Brown

Rihanna gives painful details about Chris Brown abuse

YouTube video

Voices Carry
’til tuesday

I’m in the dark, I’d like to read his mind
But I’m frightened of the things I might find
Oh, there must be something he’s thinking of
to tear him away-a-ay
When I tell him that I’m falling in love
why does he say-a-ay

Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry

I try so hard not to get upset
Because I know all the trouble I’ll get
Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide
and something to fear-eh-eh
And I try so hard to keep it inside
so no one can hear

Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry

He wants me, but only part of the time
He wants me, if he can keep me in line
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, shut up now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, darling, she might overhear
Hush, hush – voices carry

He said shut up – he said shut up
Oh God can’t you keep it down
Voices carry
Hush hush, voices carry

Hugh Jackman named Sexiest Man Alive

Photo courtesy People Magazine

Something I can wholeheartedly endorse:

Hugh Jackman was named Sexiest Man Alive by People Magazine.

In other awards news, Chef Gordon Ramsay was honored by GQ Magazine with The Prick of the Year Award.

Photo courtesy The Daily Mind

Something I can not wholeheartedly endorse, clowns:

Clowns, shudder!

I hate clowns. I hate clown art, clown knick-knacks, clown couture, clown cuisine and clown literature. The only way I like clowns depicted is in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. Now I have something else to add to my list of shudder inducing clown and clown related things. I just have to ask, why? Why a clown calendar? And even more egregious, why a naked clown calendar?

Apparently, the answer to that question involves a desire to benefit those suffering from MS. The Naked Clown Calendar is ‘Seeking a cure for MS, one laugh at a time.’ and ‘The calendar is fun for all ages and persuasions, printed on
recycled paper using soy ink, and designed to benefit MS research and

From the site:

Naked Clown Calendar 2009

The Naked Clowns have arrived bearing their 2009 Naked Clown
Calendar to help benefit Multiple Sclerosis (MS) research and advocacy.

Check out The Naked Blog for the most up to date information.

This 16-month calendar with 12 feature images displays our clowns in
a myriad of positions designed to delight, to humor, and of course… to

Who’s bendy like a gummy bear?

What’s Unicycle Girl’s favorite holiday?

What do clowns eat for Thanksgiving?

All these questions and more shall be answered in the Naked Clown Calendar 2009!

“But why!?” you say, “Why are you naked?”

To benefit MS research and advocacy through the Judy Finelli Fund. The Judy Finelli Fund advocates cures and treatments of MS, promotes
artistic expression through circus arts and enables those affected by
MS to pursue their passions. 100% of the net profits from the sale of
each calendar goes to the Judy Finelli Fund.

Despite my antipathy to clowns, I’m wishing them the best in their endeavor.

Naked Clown Calendar

More Fool Me
Originally published in Poems Niederngasse
Annette Marie Hyder

If only
he had come, with a pasty white face
bulbous red nose, squawking horn
and pie right there in his hand.

Why couldn’t
he have been wearing a bow tie and boat
sized shoes; silly shirt, baggy pants
to match his disposition?

Ah well,
he camouflaged the empty caricature he was;
got me to wear my hair moppy and orange,
more fool me.