Then you take her love interests… Her first husband, the idiot boy. We all had a teenage boyfriend like that. The second husband, the dull old coot, yep there’s always one of those in everyone’s closet too. Then the illustrious Ashley Wilkes, the perfect man, the boy next door who comes from a good family. He does everything right, he’s handsome and smart and charming and… Blech… the one you realize is a complete bore in his own right and so not the one you actually want. Finally Scarlett makes the realization she actually loves Rhett. The quintessential bad boy, and one of the original ones! Professional card player, blockade runner, drunk, brothel-visiting, bar fighting bad boy. Oh yes, Scarlett and I have so much in common.
The book may be almost a century old, but the themes are still relevant. Women like those swarthy types.