Sorry about the obsessive blogging.

I don't enjoy randomly stopping to blog when I'm kicking a book's butt! I probably read over half of The Help in one weekend, and that's something I don't usually do.

Inequality was everywhere in the 50s: race, social status, education, family, etc. Another aspect that I'd like to point out is the inequality of straight and gay people.  Of course being straight was widely accepted, but people didn't understand why people were gay.  Since Skeeter's book is about the life of the help and the families they work for, she documented both the good and bad parts of their jobs. 
Aibileen describes a rough time she had while helping a family on page 336:

I looked after the Dudley family for too long, over six years. His daddy would take him to the garage and whip him with a rubber hose-pipe trying to beat the girl out a that boy until I couldn't stand it no more.  Treelore near bout suffocated when I'd come home I'd hug him so hard. When we started working on the stories, Miss Skeeter asked me what's the worst day I remember being a maid.  I told her it was a stillbirth baby.  But it wasn't.  It was every day from 1941 to 1947 waiting by the screen door for them beatings to be over. I wish to God I'd told John Green Dudley he ain't going to hell.  That he ain't no sideshow freak cause he like boys. I wish to God I'd filled his ears with things like I'm trying to do Mae Mobley.  Instead, I just sat in the kitchen, waiting to put the salve on them hose-pipe welts.

I can't even fathom what it must have been like as that child.  His father beat him over something he couldn't possibly control.  Society shut him out because they thought something must be wrong with his brain, or something - because it's just unheard of someone to find love, even if it is within the same sex.  Personally, I believe that if one is lucky enough to find their own inamorata, let them be happy.  I would never get in the way or judge a friend based on that sexuality. We as human beings are already insecure enough that we don't need everyone else judging how we feel. Also, remember that not everyone comes from a great home and family, and it is important to be accepting to everyone around us - we have no idea what they could possibly be going through.