Gone With the Wind

What a woman.
~ Captain Rhett Butler

Well, fiddle-dee-dee, ever since I can remember, I’ve had a thing for Miss Scarlett O’Hara, heroine from the epic 1939 film Gone With the Wind. I always related to her, even though I didn’t know back then that I was a drama queen. I remember the first time someone called me that. I was so mad I could spit.

But how about that Scarlett, eh?! Great balls of fire that woman had spunk! (Not to mention loose morals). She defied the stereotypes, never gave up, used her creativity (OK, and feminine wiles) to create the life she wanted, and…well  – here – see for yourself. Maybe you’ll understand why a Chick-A-D-D like me can relate to Ms. O’Hara.

She’s misunderstood

Rhett Butler [to Scarlett]: I’ve always thought a good lashing with a buggy whip would benefit you immensely.

She loves nature…or will…

Gerald O’Hara: It will come to you, this love of the land. There’s no gettin’ away from it if you’re Irish.  [or ADHD]

She doesn’t fit or even understand the reigning feminine stereotypes

Scarlett: Great balls of fire. Don’t bother me anymore, and don’t call me sugar.

Scarlett: Sir, you are no gentleman.
Rhett Butler: And you, Miss, are no lady.

Rhett Butler: A cat’s a better mother than you.

Scarlett: [With her mouth full] Why does a girl have to be so silly to catch a husband?

Scarlett: I can shoot straight, if I don’t have to shoot too far.

She has a healthy libido (even though she doesn’t know it yet…)

Rhett Butler:  No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.  [Ditto for me.  Rhett? Rhett? Rhett, are you out there?  …aw, never mind, I’ll just go back to Tara…]

She procrastinates

Scarlett: I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.

She’s a rebel

Mammy [to Scarlett]: If you don’t care what folks says about dis family I does!

She drinks, cusses, and behaves like a man

Scarlett: Great balls of fire! HICCUP! It’s Rhett!

She’s a drama queen (dare I state the obvious?)

Scarlett: My life is over. Nothing will ever happen to me anymore.

She can’t tolerate boredom

Scarlett: Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war; this war talk’s spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream.

She’s tenacious

Scarlett: Tara! Home. I’ll go home. And I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all… tomorrow is another day.

She has terrible relationships

Scarlett: I only know that I love you.
Rhett Butler: That’s your misfortune.

She’s inappropriate

Rene Picard: Twenty dollars. Twenty dollars for Miss Maybelle Merriwether.
Tony Fontaine: Twenty five dollars for Miss Fanny Elsing.
Dr. Meade: Only twenty five dollars to give?
Rhett Butler: One hundred and fifty dollars in gold.
Dr. Meade: For what lady, sir?
Rhett Butler: For Mrs. Charles Hamilton. [Scarlett’s married name]
Dr. Meade: For whom, sir?
Rhett Butler: Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
Dr. Meade: Mrs. Hamilton is in mourning, Captain Butler. But I’m sure any of our Atlanta belles would be proud to…
Rhett Butler: Dr. Meade, I said Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
Dr. Meade: She will not consider it, sir.
Scarlett: Oh, yes, I will.

Ah, a girl after my own heart!
We love you, Scarlett!

Zoë

 

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