In which Scarlett O'Hara was a freaking genius
I am at BookExpo, but because I suffer from blogger-guilt I'm posting this entry from the Blog A Go-Go. It was originally posted on January 12, 2008.
Last Thursday, otherwise known in my house as the Day of Relentless Unpleasantness, was not a good day. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that by late Thursday afternoon all I wanted to do was put my head through a plate glass window. (You know in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" when Holly Golightly talks about the mean reds? My mean reds could kick her mean reds in the throat and not even spoil their pedicure. It was a VERY BAD DAY.)
Anyway, as much as I wanted to vent my many frustrations, I couldn't. I had my Second Life PR event to do, and I had to put on my big girl panties and DEAL. (I should mention that my excessively sweet and pretty-sure-she-ought-to-be-sainted mother let me rant at her for quite awhile. Then she tag-teamed with my husband and HE listened and brought me tea and offered cocktails. These people GET ME.)
So at some point, I had to put myself together and do my job, much as I wanted to crawl under the duvet and hide out until Groundhog Day. When I was trying to figure out how best to do that, I thought of Scarlett O'Hara and the line, "I'll think about that tomorrow." Fine, I decided. I will shelve the many unpleasantnesses and I will think about them Friday.
But THEN, I remembered her other favorite line. (No, not "Fiddledeedee", which always sounded completely ridiculous coming from Scarlett. As my husband remarked, it was a lot likelier that she would have at LEAST said, "Up yours, Rhett.") It was the immortal line, "Tomorrow is another day."
Ponder the implications for just a moment. On the one hand she's saying, Oooooh, we won't think about nasty things until tomorrow. And on the other, she's deciding that tomorrow is a fresh start and we won't think about anything bad then either. SO SHE NEVER THINKS ABOUT ANYTHING BAD EVER. It's genius, and I have decided to adopt it as my life philosophy immediately. I mean, yes, she ran through husbands like pantyhose and lost several fortunes and MAY have resorted to killing Yankees and eating dirt, but that seems like a small price to pay to avoid worry lines and insomnia, don't you think? Fiddledeedee.
Last Thursday, otherwise known in my house as the Day of Relentless Unpleasantness, was not a good day. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that by late Thursday afternoon all I wanted to do was put my head through a plate glass window. (You know in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" when Holly Golightly talks about the mean reds? My mean reds could kick her mean reds in the throat and not even spoil their pedicure. It was a VERY BAD DAY.)
Anyway, as much as I wanted to vent my many frustrations, I couldn't. I had my Second Life PR event to do, and I had to put on my big girl panties and DEAL. (I should mention that my excessively sweet and pretty-sure-she-ought-to-be-sainted mother let me rant at her for quite awhile. Then she tag-teamed with my husband and HE listened and brought me tea and offered cocktails. These people GET ME.)
So at some point, I had to put myself together and do my job, much as I wanted to crawl under the duvet and hide out until Groundhog Day. When I was trying to figure out how best to do that, I thought of Scarlett O'Hara and the line, "I'll think about that tomorrow." Fine, I decided. I will shelve the many unpleasantnesses and I will think about them Friday.
But THEN, I remembered her other favorite line. (No, not "Fiddledeedee", which always sounded completely ridiculous coming from Scarlett. As my husband remarked, it was a lot likelier that she would have at LEAST said, "Up yours, Rhett.") It was the immortal line, "Tomorrow is another day."
Ponder the implications for just a moment. On the one hand she's saying, Oooooh, we won't think about nasty things until tomorrow. And on the other, she's deciding that tomorrow is a fresh start and we won't think about anything bad then either. SO SHE NEVER THINKS ABOUT ANYTHING BAD EVER. It's genius, and I have decided to adopt it as my life philosophy immediately. I mean, yes, she ran through husbands like pantyhose and lost several fortunes and MAY have resorted to killing Yankees and eating dirt, but that seems like a small price to pay to avoid worry lines and insomnia, don't you think? Fiddledeedee.
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I love her, she had real
I love her, she had real moxy!I saw "Gone with the Wind" with my grandfather when I was ten.Hope you are having a ball at the BookExpo!
I adore you. Just last week
I adore you. Just last week I watched “Gone with the Wind” again for the first time since high school, and fell in love with Scarlett all over again. So headstrong, so selfish, so pragmatic. She’s the ultimate.