Updated to add: The use of the term ‘single mother’ is not exactly accurate. If you screw up and get pregnant, don’t screw up even more and bring an innocent child along with you! Divorced moms who escaped abusive marriages with drug/sex/gambling/whatever addicts should not get a free pass from you, either.
If you are a mother and you are collecting child support, you are not a single mother. The rest of us who have to LIVE with your fucked up, emotionally scarred children will PAY you to have a fucking abortion. Second, single mothers are clearly really, really shitty at making life decisions. You both put each other’s happiness above your own. Now divorced mothers, who are a breed of single mothers, MIGHT be a little different, but whenever you approach one, sing this little song in your head: it takes two to tango. Even if it’s TRUE that the husband was a colossal fuck-up, you need to ask yourself what kind of imperceptive moron couldn’t spot that?
That child is aching for a man to call his or her own.
When we talk, it's total ecstasy." Now, though, they don't speak. At 39, does she still need father figures as directors, lovers, friends? But, no, I can't say that people I've been with are like father figures." (Her ex-husband, Ibrahim Moussa, would seem to disagree: "She never wanted to marry me," he has said.
Who took me seriously and gave me a lot of strength." Kinski craves strength: she has, in fact, said that she needed 'a strong hand". "But I think to me a strong hand implied care – that someone cared enough to be strict and pay attention enough for me to do the right thing." Certainly her mother didn't pay her daughter enough attention. Then, when Nastassja's face became famous, the authorities arrested her at the airport and popped her into pokey (the juvenile version). Over Kinski hovers the fearful cloud of her aberrant father and his abandonment of her. - that she calls upon in lieu of a nuclear family unit. The story - loosely based on Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge - is one of high passions, loose morals and bloody redemption. "None," she says, "of your beeswax." The Big Short, the film adaptation of Michael Lewis' book of the same name about the causes of the financial crisis, opens in UK cinemas this weekend.
After Klaus left in 1969, avaricious for extramarital sex, Biggi roamed the world and then, in her hippy-trippy way – "My mom didn't really have anything and she couldn't work. Fittingly, in Tess, she is abandoned; in One From The Heart (1982), she is abandoned; in Paris, Texas (1984), she is abandoned; and in The Claim, she and her baby daughter are abandoned by her husband in favour of the rights to a gold strike. So she's busy - too busy to read as much as she'd like, though she's re-reading Dostoevsky: 'even four pages are so rich' - and exhausted, a fatigue she says is exacerbated by mild narcolepsy: 'I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do anything - but on set I'd be trying on a costume and I'd just fall down. The film, says Kinski, demonstrates 'how women in the Gold Rush, no matter how sick they were, sometimes they have this incredible strength, sometimes more than men - just by nature, I guess! And obviously there's something I'm doing that creates these misunderstandings. How will the story stack up against the greatest films about business?
If you ever find yourself referring to a woman whose husband died on a battlefield as a single mother, you should immediately pour Tabasco sauce into your eyes, because you deserve to weep all the tears I’m certain she has.
Having a child out of wedlock is pretty much the number one thing you can do to fuck up your life. Never, ever assume a divorced woman is some innocent blushing maid cruelly abused by some terrible man. What kind of insecurities plague a woman who thinks getting married to a drug addict is good idea?