The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD and outside by the circular swimming pool there was a child's rocking-horse. Miss Monroe said, "I know it's not me. It's a house I've rented. I'm going to have my own house. Shall I tell about the bedroom I'm going to have? I'm going to have a wide, wide bed. As wide as a meadow and all satins and furs and luxurious things . . . the rest of the house would be more classical. But I do like luxury in the bedroom." She proceeded to sing "The best things in life are expensive". On the radio a voice was now singing, "If we've got to make a break let's make it clean". Miss Monroe sprawled out on the floor and made a pillow out of a white mink stole. "That's better," she said. "I feel more like Cleopatra already." She nuzzled her face against the white fur. "Gee," she said, "mink pillows — I never thought of that before." She kicked up her legs for no reason except sheer exuberance and said, "Look, Can-Can. That would make a good photograph, wouldn't it? Sell a lot of papers." I noticed that she was as full of admiration for her legs (sheathed in black stockings) as the rest of the world. I suppose part of the reason why men like looking at her so much is because she likes being looked at. " What I like about men," said Miss Monroe, "is their vulnerability. It's so touching. No woman should ever trample on a man. They are such helpless creatures." I asked if she had done any trampling in her time. "Oh no," she said. "I told you I like men. I've got nothing against women, but I prefer men." In that case, I wanted to know, why was it that there was no romance in her life? We had been sitting talking for nearly three hours, and on her third day back in 212