My thoughts on English Vinglish

Just got back from watching English Vinglish and What was that?
I heard it was supposed to be a movie that makes you feel good about yourself as a woman and stuff and i didn't get the movie's line of thinking at all.
Forget about fighting the stereotyping, the movie just enforces them even more. Seriously! What happened to finding yourself at the end of the movie and actually feeling good about yourself and showing the big effing middle finger to everyone? She just ditches the guy who adores her for someone who didn't even respect her and married her for her looks just because she's married to him and has his kids. As the other woman, her sister said that whatever she was today was because her husband encouraged her, as the lead woman whose husband did nothing but ridicule her and chop off her shoots to maintain her bonsai-ness as an Indian housewife didn't she feel her husband was like the hugest ass to set foot on the planet? He even asked her to give up her miniature business enterprise in the beginning. Dafuq man? All he did was make her feel small. Does she as a representative of the housewives in the Indian households with restaurant quality cooking skills that go to waste think that learning a new language was going to make him "love" her? Even if he did, doesn't that mean he was a humongous ass who doesn't deserve her anyway? *sigh* I'm confused. All her English learning did in terms of husband love was - he looks at her with bedroom eyes even during the day. Wo0t! A hornier ass-y husband. Totally what i would want.
And what a perfect class it was, everyone was there: the French chef, the "Madrasi" IT professional, the Pakistani cabbie, the Chinese hair stylist, the Mexican house keeper, the silent gay Afro and the gay English teacher. Wow! I think the Germans were missing, but hey, that's just me. A little nazi conflict could have helped the movie add another one to the list of stereotypical conflicts.
I'm still doing the inner post movie cringing. Any Indian saying they've been subjected to racism or sexism, please watch the movie. We're just as racist as the rest of the world. At least movie-wise.
As far as the movie is concerned, it does nothing for my self esteem and it doesn't appeal to me intellectually. There was no real conflict and every difficult situation had a person miraculously rescuing her and she never got mugged. Not even once. In NYC! (I'm taking the movies' own stereotyping and trying to work that logic against it here) Now if she somehow made it big and opened up her own bakery and learnt bits and pieces of English along the way and grown a spine, i'd probably complain a lot less.
For some "free-thinker" as her niece labelled her, she sure did fit comfortably into the mould of an Indian Housewife.
Anyone else find her new nose distracting throughout the movie? She's too plastic fantastic for me.