If I close my eyes and think of Hollywood, all I see is one big varicose vein.

The line uses a deliberately unglamorous bodily image to puncture Hollywood’s cultivated sheen. A “varicose vein” suggests something swollen, strained, and unhealthy beneath the surface—an emblem of an industry that can look radiant while being powered by pressure, exploitation, and fatigue. Read this way, the quip functions as anti-myth: instead of the dream factory, Hollywood becomes a single overworked conduit, hinting at circulation, money, and desire flowing through a system that leaves visible damage. If genuinely Monroe’s, it would also resonate with her public/private split: the star who embodied glamour voicing disgust at the machinery that produced it.