The scene: Me, at a lovely local spa for the first time. Dim lighting, soft music playing, comfortable reclining pedicure chair, mug of soothing herbal tea within reach. Enjoying a relaxing manicure & pedicure, courtesy of a gift certificate I received. One other 50-something woman in the room, also getting a mani-pedi -- as she explained, for her son's wedding the next day.
Mom (looking up at large framed photo of Marilyn Monroe in her prime, hanging on the wall): That's a great photo of her! How old was she when she died?
Pedicurist: I think she was 36.
Mom: She didn't have any kids, did she? That's SO sad! (Didn't catch everything she said next, but it seemed to be something along the lines of what else gives life meaning if you don't have kids?)(Or maybe I'm just projecting...??) She was married two or three times, wasn't she? Of course, at that age... most people in those days had kids really young...
I felt myself tensing up & mentally rolling my eyes. So much for the relaxing mood...!
But she moved on to another topic -- thank goodness!!
(And also thank goodness, nobody asked me about MY kids while I was there...!)
(For the record, Marilyn was married three times, including to baseball great Joe DiMaggio and playwright Arthur Miller. And no, she didn't have any children. But she desperately wanted them, struggled to conceive, suffered from endometriosis, and endured several miscarriages, including an ectopic pregnancy.)