Now we don't romanticize our heroes. Or we do, but only long enough so that when we discover their truth, we can beat our chests and wail about how we were deceived. How that cute, talented red-head who starred in that movie we all loved, was somehow lying to us the whole time. Monroe never faced that. When we finally did have the curtain pulled back, after her death, we saw her life for what it was, a tragedy. Not just that she had died young, though that certainly was tragic, but the real tragedy was that the beautiful woman whom everyone loved, had been in pain for so long. We didn't feel like she had lied, we felt like we hadn't asked the right questions. It was our fault. It reflected poorly on us.