Marilyn is the most female girl I have met in my life. She thinks, she moves, acts-in fact, every thing she does is in a completely feminine way. She enjoys the whistles, by is not a Mae West. If she were hard or brassy in personality, it would be murder. But she is so sweet and little-girl-like as a person. I can see why any guy would flip.
She has the tiniest waist in the world which, of course, helps to accentuate the rest of her. She also has the nicest eyebrows if anyone ever noticed. They are very thick and natural and her eyes are wife apart.
Marilyn is very clothes conscious. She takes her time where I just throw mine on. She buys her clothes, but has some made. If she had her way she would have them all made. She knows where every tuck should go. Irrespective of fashion she wears clothes she likes to wear and they look darling on her. She wears black velvet slacks or pedal-pushers and has a pair of black and yellow plaid slacks. She always wears high heels. She loves black velvet zany things, and they look wonderful on her. Her hair looks like an egg-beater went through it, but you wouldn’t miss her in a crowd- you wouldn’t miss Marilyn anywhere.
Marilyn’s photography is just a gimmick. Her posing is studied, and she stands for hours in front of mirrors for effect. It is part of her craft. She’ll be posing for stills, then suddenly she drops the expression, the way she holds her legs and arms, and the smile, gets down off of the stool, and goes running over to her dressing room. She is always hurrying, walks quickly and drives (her new Ford convertible) fast. Her wiggle-walk is just her. I repeat, she is a very female girl.
-That Girl Marilyn! by Jane Russell, 1953