Prissy’s (GWTW) portrayal, professing herself to be so very much more competent than she actually is, and getting lost in her own reverie as Atlanta burns around her, is not very flattering. When Scarlet sends her for help from Rhett, for him to bring his carriage, Prissy is most hesitant for she must visit the home of Miss Belle Watling, red hair, red dress, red district!
Prissy’s high-pitched summons (Mr. Rhett!
Mr. Rhett!) wakes the dead and
has Rhett wondering aloud what Prissy could be doing out in Atlanta at this
time of night, without Scarlet. She
confesses that Miss Scarlet has sent her to get help, not so much for herself,
but for Miss Melanie who has just given birth to a “fine baby boy!” When questioned as to the mid-wifery and the
extent to which Scarlet has been called into womanhood and duty, Prissy speaks
the line that I find absolutely perfect!
“Prissy,” exclaims Rhett, “did Miss Scarlet actually…??” to which Prissy replies, “Miss Scarlet….she
hepped; but, (in feigned timidity) IT WAS MOSTLY ME!”
This BLOG will celebrate
being a girl, a woman, a princess, and my desire to be Queen of my Entire Life. Over the years, I have learned to get my own
tiara so I can wear it year after year (thanks to Jill Conner Brown) and while
I’m at it, I might as well get a pair of majorette boots – with tassels! I enjoy femininity and all the trimmings of being Fancy, even before Fancy was Cool! Stay with me and chuckle as you see yourself through my Fantabulous Female Fantasy. What’s wrong with life ooozing “mostly me?” Don’t be offended, please. It’s all in good fun. If you will be honest, you’ll confess that we have much in common. Just enjoy, laugh, and follow this blog.
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