I just saw Blonde, the film adaption of Joyce Carol Oates’ epic novel, a fictionalized version of Marilyn Monroe’s life. My God: like watching a beautiful but totally hapless woman being chased by dogs that tear off her clothes before a jeering crowd which sexually assaults her and then kicks her in the rear with humi…
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