Disclaimer: I never read the book

Tonight I went with Peter to see The Help. I really liked it. I loved the various stories portrayed by all the different characters. It showed how every story has different viewpoints and the movie had an all-over-general good feeling about it. Plus it related to my favorite movie, Blame It On Fidel, in a similar beginning-of-a-revolution sort of way. In Blame It On Fidel, the wife is meeting secretly with many women and collecting their stories to help with the women's rights movement in the 70s. In The Help the main character meets with a group of African American maids secretly in the 60s to write their stories about major Civil Rights issues. I was wondering if something like this had actually happened to inspire the novelist, so I turned to the #1 source of truth on literature, Wikipedia.
I found a paragraph criticizing the movie/book because it wasn't historical enough, implied that black men were absent from the house/beat their wives and supposedly gave a bunch of other stereotypes. I was shocked, because I didn't feel that at all. It wasn't a heavy story like others I have watched on the same theme (did they want to see a bunch of horrible lynchings and hangings?) but I didn't feel like that was the purpose of the movie AT ALL. Also I was totally in love with the black waiter and reverend and didn't feel like the movie portrayed black men in a bad light either. The one husband was bad, but there are bad husbands of every race and creed.
Basically I felt sad that this critic looked way past the mark. It was a great novel/movie and that's what it was. The author wasn't writing a history book or a documentary. I laughed. I cried. I wanted to hug all those wonderful women. What else did we expect?
These realizations reaffirmed once again that I want to choose to see the good in everything. I'm always trying to be positive and uplifting because that's what makes me happy. I even wrote a poem about it right now. Here goes:

If you want to play the victim
there's injustice everywhere.
If you want to play the martyr
there are crosses you can bear.
you can whine
self-indulge
and complain all your days
Me, I choose to see the world
through a rose colored haze...
seems I'm the only one I can change.

dreamsssss

During the past two weeks I applied for three different professor jobs. One at a community college in a Chicago suburb, one at a small university in Brownsville, Texas (the southmost college, on the border of Mexico) and one at a women's college in Nevada, Missouri. And I have 4 more applications to send off this next week!
I would really love to be a part of a smaller university setting where I can really come to know the students and help them develop their artwork and thinking. I guess we'll see what happens.
Plan B? I applied to teach English in Korea. So if by Spring time I don't hear anything from these jobs, I'll be on the next plan to South Korea.