They were born in Technicolor dreams and died in grainy tabloid ink. They shimmered. They smiled. They sold sex like it was salvation. But under the gloss, Jean Harlow, Sharon Tate, and Dorothy Stratten were more ghost than girl — cornered by men who saw them as symbols, not souls. This is not a love letter. This is a eulogy. Marilyn might’ve been the icon, but Jean, Sharon, and Dorothy were the flickering celluloid phantoms that never really left the screen. This isn’t just about their beauty or the headlines that immortalized them. This is about the hunger—the industry’s and the men’s—for ownership. It’s about how every blonde bombshell is a cautionary tale in silk, and how fame is just a well-lit coffin. “ They all wanted a piece of her—until there was nothing left.” Jean Harlow: The Silver Corpse Jean Harlow wasn’t born a platinum blonde — she was born Harlean Harlow Carpenter in Kansas City, the daughter of a domineering mother who lived vicariously through her. Jean’s mother, kno...

    There’s a particular kind of damage you can’t photograph. The kind that doesn’t show up on red carpets or mugshots. It creeps into the corners of lives — famous or not — and leaves a residue that’s hard to clean. It’s called inherited trauma, and trauma doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it rides in on war or poverty, but sometimes it’s hand-delivered by your mother or father, wrapped in gaslighting, manipulation, and control. Sometimes it whispers through generations, hiding behind family photos and holiday dinners, dressed up as duty, silence, or shame.  Welcome to the world of narcissistic parents, where you’re not a child — you’re an accessory. A trophy. Or worse, competition. For some, the roles are obvious: the golden child, the scapegoat. For others, the trauma is subtle, shapeshifting, dressed in matching outfits and forced smiles. The wound is real even when the audience claps.  Narcissistic parents don’t raise children. They raise extensions of themselves...

  The holiday movie season officially starts this later this week. If you find yourself fed up with the relatives on Thanksgiving Day or dealing with belligerent shoppers on Black Friday, then head out to the movies. You can deal with outrageous ticket prices and stale popcorn instead. Here are a few of the vanity projects and Oscar bait movies to select from.  Edit: The movies below will be released starting late this week through end December. Maestro: The Leonard Bernstein bio pic that's directed, co-written, and stars Bradley Cooper and his fake prosthetic nose. Bradley desperately wants an Oscar, and this movie is his second shameless attempt to convince everyone he’s the next Orson Welles or Frank Capra.  He's going to be campaigning hard for those Academy votes. The real Leonard Bernstein (left) vs. Bradley Cooper with fake nose: Photo: The New York Times Leave The World Behind: A paranoid thriller about a family who rents a vacation home. Think AirBnB + inte...