The one-time most beautiful woman in the world is now a hunched-over old lady. I wonder how well Liz would have weathered if she had adopted a Madonna-esque workout regimen rather than spending her days flashing jewelry and wafting musk. One might suggest that, despite the platitudes, she was constantly driven by insecurities to prove her worth via material possessions.
Liz has gone through so many husbands, she obviously was unable to find fulfillment for very long in the arms of a man. In fact, the only men she speaks endearingly of are the ones who died before she could leave them (Burton and Todd were the two great loves of her life, Taylor told W Magazine.) So Liz, always sickly and always rather trampy, winds up dying alone, with the eyes of the world upon her. She has forgone the loving embrace of seven husbands for the professional touch of a bevy of doctors who will tend to her withering body in the sunset days.
Friday, November 19, 2004
LONELY LIZ
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