Marcia, Marcia, Marcia
Here’s story of a lovely lady with a very sad past
-Mary Beth Sammons
Well, hate to quote the old adage “things aren’t always what they seem.” But not “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia” Brady – a bad girl?
In a world where Hollywood stars spill their darks sides all the time, it’s still hard to believe that the most wholesome Marcia, as in The Brady Bunch, “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia,” and nemesis of her always-aspiring-to-be-so-good little sister Jan, off-screen was, like, way wild! In a selfish way, it’s almost a relief to hear that she wasn’t really perfect, even though we wanted to believe we could all be as cute as Marcia. But, really, it is very sad to know the pain this now 52-year-old actress, Maureen McCormick, struggled off-screen to live up to her on-screen persona.
So I am sure that all of you former teens whose parents always encouraged you to be more like goody-two-shoes “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia,” (can’t you almost hear the theme song?) feel saddened with the news Tuesday when Maureen went live on national TV with the details of how she spiraled downward into drug addiction and depression after the show went off the air in the 1970s. I will add that she still LOOKS great.
In her memoir, Here’s the Story: Surviving Marcia Brady and Finding My True Voice, Maureen describes how she hit rock-bottom. Details include romances with co-star Barry Williams (TV bro Greg), Michael Jackson and Steve Martin; cocaine binges and parties at the Playboy Mansion and the home of Sammy Davis Jr., an unwanted pregnancy and trading sex for drugs.
I for one, though I spent my teen years like many women my age, wishing I could be as perfect as “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia,” feel really sad to hear this. It just confirms to me that we need to stop worshipping fake idols, especially as teens struggling to be like the made-up TV version of something we could never be. And the stars can’t live up to that either. A lesson learned for those of us who grew up aspiring to be “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia,” and now have daughters who look up to the likes of “Lindsay, Lindsay, Lindsay,” and “Miley, Miley, Miley.” In these cases, the stories that are being portrayed in the headlines ARE as bad as they look.
Maybe there is something healthy about our generation of daughters who are taking off the rose-colored glasses (or having them ripped off whether they want to or not.). At least what they see on TV is closer to the truth. Let’s just hope that they don’t aspire to be the Bratz.