rose with words.

happy, happy Help day folks! 

i started writing this post a few weeks ago but stopped abruptly because my pure, unadulterated love was causing to me to ramble on.  plus, i found Pinterest and cheated on tumblr for a while.  it’s ok, we’re in counseling and exploring an open relationship.  here’s what i wrote, weeks ago:

with the movie coming out in less than a month, and me refusing to miss a Viola Davis-Mississippi-based performance, i had to give in and read The Help.  when it came out, i thought it best to avoid reading it. afraid it would turn me into more of a bitter new yorker than i’d already become.  ya know, walking around being pushed off sidewalks and only finding seats in the back of the bus, all while reading about Jackson, Mississippi in the 60s can really get to a sometimes socially sensitive woman of color, such as myself.  but, what a giant fool i was.  i am completely and utterly in love with this book and it’s just about the fastest i’ve ever read anything in my entire life. 

my mom is reading it too.  she’s not done just yet.  although she might be finishing it this minute.  we were both addicted to it.  addicted to hating that Hilly Holbrook. my mom texted me last night and said it reminded her of “Miss Ruby”.  that’s what she calls my Grandma when she doesn’t call her Grandma.  she said it makes her better understand why Grandma was so scared when my mother and father started dating.  it makes her want to hear her stories.  read the book and see the movie with her and hear what she has to say.  Grandma was one of these beautifully strong, caring and complicated women.  cleaning up after and taking care of white people, in the south.  then, later loving my mother, an all-the-way white woman, with no hate in her heart like she was her own daughter.  she’s so dope.  

i don’t know if the movie will do one of those scrolling text updates at the end but, i’ve taken the liberty to create my own ideas about what’s happened to those ladies.  it’s my way of coping with the book being over.  i’m devastated, really.  i miss Abileen something serious and i’m dying to know how Skeeter’s doing.  of course now i won’t get so hungry before bed.  reading about Minny’s cooking, i must have gained 5 pounds and i cannot stop craving cake!  and of course, still hating that Hilly Holbrook with everything Southern in me.  i’ve known many girls cut from the same cloth.  makes me want to do some facebook searches, know what i mean?  i vow to hate her for the rest of my days.  naming pet peeves and annoyances “hilly” will be my personal payback.  i won’t even let myself recheck the imdb page to see who’s playing that awful wench, afraid of hating the actress for taking the part (although, deep down, being an actress, i know those are the most fun parts).

ok.  that’s where i stopped.  i’ve decided that i have to see the movie before deciding where they are now.  i probably won’t get around to it until this weekend but i’m so excited!  and, after seeing the movie, i will revisit my ideas about what happened to everyone and share them here.  really, i’m just hoping, in the movie version, they really stick it to ol’ Hilly Holbrook.  although, i can’t imagine that shit-pie scene.  i just can’t.