
REMEMBERS
BETTIE PAGE
1923 – 2008
I loved Bettie Page.
It may be difficult to understand what Bettie Page means to me but take one tour through my home and it’s quite clear. Bettie Page’s seductive eyes stares back at me from every nook and cranny. Her image is on sofa cushions, coffee table coasters, posters, framed photos, wall calendars, clocks, figurines, dolls, bath towels, coffee mugs, books, DVDs, refrigerator magnets and pretty much everything else you can imagine. If they can put Bettie on it then I’ve bought it and it proudly remains prominently displayed until the day that I settle down and get married, in which it will most likely be banished to the basement.
e divorced school teacher from Nashville, Tennessee who moved to New York to start a new life, and discovered that she could make more money in an hour posing in front of the camera then she could being a secretary….and the more taboo the photographs, the bigger the paycheck. However, besides that what did we know about her? In today’s celebrity obsessed society fans can tell even the smallest details about a celebrity’s life. However with Bettie those small details remained unknown. Even during her hayday Bettie Page stayed distant and aloof. The people who met her never got to know her, and the people who got to know her were careful never to tell too much. Even in rare interviews during her later years Bettie revealed very little. Her answers were always generic and her interviews repetitive. She never said anything more then what you could have expected, or what any good researcher could have found out for themselves. As a result, even the 2005 bio-pic The Notorious Bettie Page reverted to fiction and over exaggerations in order to bulk up on the dramatics.
It was her elusiveness that made her a legend. By not knowing just who Bettie Page was, Bettie managed to fulfill every fantasy. Whether she was being photographed by Irving Klaw or Bunny Yeager, Bettie Page could play every role and ever angle. She could be a vixen, a damsel in distress, a dominatrix, a jungle girl, a bathing beauty or a girl next door. She could be kitchy and campy or vampish and sexy. However, what separated her from her peroxide contemporaries such as Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield and Maime Von Doren was that she had a certain urban seediness to her. The appeal of Bettie was also what she wasn’t. She wasn’t a celebrity. She wasn’t a socialite. She wasn’t a debutante. She wasn’t the girl you brought home to mother. Instead you hid her pictures underneath your mattresses and in shoeboxes stuck way back in the top of your closet.
Bettie’s mystique was only heightened when she mysteriously vanished circa 1957 as a result of the Kefauver Hearings. Suddenly the whereabouts of the queen of the pin ups was the subject of as many fantasies as she was herself. What ever happened to Bettie Page? Was she killed by the mob? Did she marry a shiek? Did she just die in a New York back alley as some faceless and nameless Jane Doe? 
But that doesn’t stop the feeling of hollowness that I feel knowing that I am now living in a world where Bettie isn’t out there somewhere living a life that we would never know any details about.
I love you Bettie Page, and I’ll never forget you.




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