At first, the statue didn’t say much to me. It was Marilyn Monroe. What else can be interpreted from it. But after two weeks of walking out of my office to this view:
I’m beginning to change my tune. Looking at Marilyn’s beautiful face or buxom figure ain’t so bad, but walking by the cheeks of her buttocks every day is really starting to get to me. Each day, my feminist principles rise higher and higher in my chest as I ask, “Really?”
Members of the Chicago press have been mixed on the sculpture. Some are happy there’s finally a statue of a woman prominent in Chicago. Others feel we could have honored a more suitable icon – although I don’t know that there are any up skirt shots of Eleanor Roosevelt or Madeline Albright floating around anywhere to duplicate.
I’m still forming my opinion on Marilyn in Chicago, but overall, I’m pretty sure week after week of butt cheeks in your face will turn you off eventually.