I’ve become very unhappy as time goes by that it seems Sharon Tate’s life has been eclipsed by her tragic death. I’d like to focus all this month instead on all the great and positive things she did in her brief and deserved rise. No C.M. and awful company, no post-murder husband accused of pedo-rape and fleeing the country, no oft-published pictures of crime scenes. I want all Sharon and only Sharon, vital and in the moment, and where the husband comes in, he comes in only as it relates to her and nothing more — for once he will be tangential to her. No more shenanigans of other people always surrounding her and overshadowing her warmth and charm and personal intricacies.
Sharon Tate was an interesting and complicated woman with an unusual background, an earthy life outlook, surprisingly flinty grit, and a great sense of humor. This month is about her actual life.