by Brooksie C. Fontaine Kristina Sammer That year, we became obsessed with Jackie Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe. To a lesser extent, we were interested in JFK, whom we perhaps unfairly treated like the optional Ken doll to our favorite Barbies. We went as them that Halloween — which, in hindsight, could be regarded as tasteless. Our costumes, and the stereotypes associated with them, ran counter to our personalities. I went as Marilyn, because I looked more like her. I was the b