Thursday, May 12, 2005

A Scarlett Rose

Living in Louisville, Kentucky, we are sometimes confused as to our North and South allegiance. Northerners think we're hicks, Southerners think we're too Northern. But, living along the Mason-Dixon Line, we are able to claim whichever side we want, and get away with it! I choose to side with the South. I've always wanted to be a Southern Belle...they are prettier, more graceful, and lovelier and fit the vision of romance I desire.

The greatest of all Southern Belles is the feisty character from Gone With the Wind, Scarlett O'Hara. This charmer in the Civil War tale had wonderful sayings..."Oh Fiddle Dee Dee"...."I'll think about that tomorrow"....and "As God as my witness, I'll never be hungry again." She was sweet and innocent (or so appeared), yet a strong lady in tough times. The original Steel Magnolia.

I never compared myself to her, because, frankly my dear, I don't look like Vivian Leigh. But, her spunk and attitude is something I've come to realize I possess. I sometimes give the appearance of sweet and innocent...and I am at times, but more often I portray an independent woman, like Scarlett. Not because I want that, but because without a man to dote on me, I have no choice. In the past, I've been somewhat offended at the claim I'm high maintenance, but, I'm learning to embrace that and rejoice in that quality. It's obvious, Scarlett was high maintenance too.

All this brings me to my further analysis, Scarlett was a romantic. She manipulatively pined away for Ashley Wilkes....a beau she could never have. Boy, can I relate to that! While all along, in the background was the dashingly handsome Rhett Butler, who continously got under her skin. The glorious thing about Rhett was he was exactly what Scarlett needed -- a man who could handle her independence, admire her spunk, and cater to her high maintenance needs. I've come to realize, that's what I need. While I'm out there searching for Ashley, I need a Rhett to step into my life, jerk me in line, and sweep me off my feet. (Well, not literally, but you know what I mean.) There aren't many Rhetts in the world, but I'm certainly hoping my comes riding around the corner any minute.

One of my favorite lines from Rhett sums it all up. He says to Scarlett, "You need to be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how." Now that's the kind of man that can handle a Scarlett Rose.


Denny Burk said...

I understand that there is some confusion as to whether or not Louisville should properly be considered a Southern city. So I have decided to create a “Top Ten” list to help you out.

Top 10 Signs that you are not living in the South:

10. You have four distinct seasons.

9. You've never felt the following sentiment: "It ain’t preachin’ unless he’s a yellin’."

8. You don’t have any uncles who refer to the Civil War as the “War of Northern Aggression.”

7. You hear that your Southern friend likes to eat grits, and you ask, “What’s a grit?”

6. Your second person plural personal pronoun is “you guys,” instead of “y’all.”

5. You don’t know how to spell “y’all.”

4. You are always "about" to do something, but never "fixin" to do anything.

3. The civil war memorials near your home commemorate the heroic Union army!

2. You can throw a rock and hit Indiana.

1. You go to a restaurant and ask for sweet tea, and the waitress looks at you like you’re lazy.

RosieBoo said...

That's great Denny! And inspiring for me to come up with another top five post. :)