The Help

Hello!
Recently, I finished watching a little film called The Help with my sister after my second attempt at doing so, and even though I was sceptical about it the first time (where I lost interest halfway through), when I actually finished the film I couldn't help being in awe of the story.

The 1960s based film follows a 23 year old aspiring journalist called Skeeter (played wonderfully by Emma Stone), who lands herself a job writing a cleaning advice column for the local newspaper of Missisipi, her hometown she has returned to from college. When seeking help with answering the questions, she turns to one of her high society friends' black maid, Abilene. Whilst this goes on, Skeeter begins to expand her questions past how to wash out stains and more around the subject of being the minority in such a racist community. With Skeeters' writing skills and promise of a book deal and Abilenes' tire for hiding behind her uniform, they set out to write an illegal book about black working people anonymously. More and more people eventually get involved, but I find the ending the most striking part of the film, not the rebellion itself.

After being fired from her job by one of the women disgraced in the book, Abilene sets out to write her very own story, an addition to Skeeters' book about what it's really like to be her, claiming discussing that lightly made her feel free. She decides to write this book for no other reason than to tell it, even if no one is listening. She wanted an outlet to release the years of racial abuse she had received and had to accept with her head held high, and she found one.

I guess, in a manner of speaking, that's like me and this blog. I may only get a handful of views per post, but I carry on typing anyway. Not because I want to build up regular readers who worship my every word (dictatorship isn't really my forte anyway), but because I enjoy doing it. I get to talk about things no one else I know is willing to listen to for as long as I wish, I get to capture moments of my life - however insignificant - and I get to be me. Although I am normally a very open person, it's physically impossible to display all areas of my personality to everyone all at once, but I can do it piece by piece here. Word by word, I'm documenting as much or as little of my life as I'm willing to, and I'm loving every second.
Welcome to My Paper Life.