I've been an avid movie watcher since the tender age of eight. Of course I watched movies like "Mulan" and "The Lion King" more times than I can count, but now my recent movie reservoir has expanded to Netflix, Hulu, and Xfinity. Even with this magical and everlasting expansion of options, I seem to recycle the same flicks, maybe because all the movies are utterly predictable or because college has converted me into a stone cold cynic. Each movie ends the same — the guy finally notices the girl, the secret bitch gets exposed, the underdog prevails, etc. However, none of these movies are realistic!

Let's take a look at "Dirty Dancing" as an example. Johnny Castle, the summer resort dance instructor, played by the late Patrick Swayze, is depicted as the resort bad boy and is accused of stealing and impregnating his dancing partner Penny Johnson. In contrast, characters Robbie Gould, a treasured waiter, and Neil Kellerman, the nephew of the resort owner, are portrayed as the creme-of-the-crop all-American guys that wealthy fathers would love to be their daughters' boyfriends. In this coming-of-age film, the privileged Baby Houseman discovers herself through dancing and finds love with Johnny Castle.

As the movie unfolds, an unsuspecting old couple are revealed as the true thieves, and Robbie the future golden boy is divulged as the man who impregnated Penny, caused her bodily harm, and left her to fend for herself. On top of it all, the guy (Johnny) gets the girl (Baby).

While movies like these are a bit predictable and the general scenarios and themes for them are repetitive, they do provide hope — something to strive for.

So maybe they're not so bad after all. Life can suck and sometimes you may feel like there's nothing to look forward to but things turn out okay in the end. If only I could have someone say, "Nobody puts Bella in the corner," whisk me away and lift me lovingly after a steamy dance routine for everybody to see.