I was clearly losing it when I wrote this shizznat.
Over spring break, my family and I journeyed to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. On one unfortunate drizzly and dismal day while shopping at a local mall, I stumbled across a store entirely dedicated to “Old Hollywood.” I was soon on the verge of a mental breakdown when my mother outright refused to purchase for me a two and half foot Scarlett O’Hara glass statue that I had spotted the very moment I set foot inside this gem of a store. I instantly gazed up in a glassy-eyed state of awe at this figurine that I quickly began to covet, yet despite my relentless and huffy groveling, my mother staunchly continued to spew out “no” followed by another antagonistic “no” for good measure. She even had the nerve to disregard the fact that it was compulsory that I needed the colossal Scarlett monument for my dorm in college next year. I simply didn’t believe her when she told me that my “Scarlett shrine” would alarm and frighten my roommate!
As if this wasn’t irksome enough, my father and brothers, the hecklers that they are, followed up my mother’s brash and blunt snubbing by scorning me and cackling like hyenas. Sure, I was acting like a toddler, and although that is nothing new I was hell-bent on getting myself this massive piece of Gone With the Wind memorabilia. Too bad it didn’t turn out in my favor!
As you can probably already deduce from the brief anecdote from above, I have an abnormal obsession with the legendary film Gone With the Wind. However, this is not without warrant. We can learn a lot from classic films such as Gone With the Wind, namely characters such as Scarlett O’Hara. Don’t stale and trite films nowadays make us want to revisit the classics? Turn off that E! True Hollywood story on Jenna Jameson already and take that essential breath of fresh air with a film that is more than up to par like Gone With the Wind. And as much as I adore The View and Keeping up with the Kardashians, in all honestly if I want to watch obstreperous, shrill women bellow and snipe at each other like vultures than I’ll just tape record my aunt’s book club.
When you reach this point my friend, you are indeed in dire need of that fresh breath of air. It’s time to learn to walk away from The Surreal Life and the gaudy, vociferous, and ever so tacky New York.
Naturally, when I’m not doing what I’m supposed to be doing, I habitually find myself perusing YouTube not usually coming across anything of any particular significance. Unless, of course, I’m re-watching some of my favorite scenes from the most timeless, hysterical, and moving film known to the human race: “Gone With the Wind.” Scarlett O’Hara, the protagonist, is a calculating and manipulative vixen, a quarrelsome and hotheaded shrew, and a delightfully conniving, clever and persistent Southern belle who can frequently be found emasculating various men, bickering with Mammy, her iron-willed yet compassionate maid, or being thoroughly plucky and uncharacteristically tolerant in dealing with the man she’s in love with wife when she’s ill and pregnant amid the tumultuous Civil War. “Gone with the Wind” is a legendary film that brings out every single one of my emotions, and God knows that there’s a plethora of them. I laugh uncontrollably; I ball my eyes out, and everything in between courtesy of Miss Scarlett O’Hara herself, my all-time favorite fictitious character in literature and/or film.
So what if Scarlett is about as fickle with men as Elizabeth Taylor? And yes, Scarlett may have slapped a preposterously large amount of people in the face throughout the film, brutally shot a Yankee to death, and verbally abused and manipulated Rhett and a profusion of other men, but to be frank, she’s so feisty, strong-willed, and crafty, I can’t help but admire her.
Scarlett is just as turbulent as she is endearing, and the unparalleled talent of a certain actress who portrayed her makes all other actresses appear to be almost derisory and bungling. Forget the trampy, over-glorified, talentless hack that is Marilyn Monroe; I much prefer Vivien Leigh, the exceptionally underrated, classy and ludicrously talented British beauty.
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