I’ve done a little research into Elizabeth Short. First of all, everyone calls her “The Black Dahlia” and that isn’t kosher with me. I’m not particularly fond of that nickname. There is something dark and ominous about it and I just feel gross using it in reference to Elizabeth. So, from now on, she will be referred to as just Elizabeth in this blog. Secondly, she seems to be remembered only as a murdered actress wannabe.  I choose not to remember her as a murder victim, but as a beautiful young lady that I would love to have known.

I’ve done a lot of reading about her life in past couple of days and I’m starting to feel like I knew her. She was beautiful, sweet, and like everyone else, she made mistakes. But she wasn’t a whore, as many sources claim she was. As a matter of fact, she was a virgin until she was murdered. She wasn’t unlike many other 22-year-old’s. She had big hopes and dreams. She wanted to make it big. She wanted to be loved and remembered. She is remembered but certainly not for the right reasons.

I hate the fact that people have capitalized on her murder. Numerous books have been written on her murder and a stupid film has been made about the horrible events that unfolded. This bugs me. They have turned her murder into a peep show of sorts for people’s entertainment. Her death has been put on display. How much is her death worth? $8, the price of a movie ticket. Perhaps I’m too emotional but that really pisses me off.