A widow is a woman whose spouse has died, while a widower is a man whose spouse has died. The state of having lost one's spouse to death is termed widowhood or occasionally viduity. The adjective form is widowed. The treatment of widows around the world varies, but unequal benefits and treatment generally received by widows versus widowers globally has spurred an interest in the issue by human rights activists.
In societies in which the husband was typically the sole provider, his death could plunge his family into poverty. This problem can be aggravated by the general longer life of women[citation needed], and that men in many societies traditionally marry women younger than themselves[citation needed]. However, even in some patriarchal societies, widows could maintain economic independence. A widow could carry on her late husband's business and consequently be accorded certain rights, such as the right to enter guilds. More recently, widows of elected officials have been among the first women elected to office in many countries (such as Corazon Aquino).
Saving the planet...one loser at a time.
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Eleanor Bollinger has been an abused wife for many years. Her husband Frank has been killing all the men in town forcing their widows to work in the local Bordello. Eleanor's sister, Sally Parker refused to comply. Instead, she went to prison for the attempted murder of Frank and now that she has been released, she'll be coming back to town to finish off that dirty deed! But, Frank insists on killing Sally first. Can Eleanor stop this impending gun showdown between her abusive husband and beloved sister? Watch and see who the next "Widow Maker" will be!
Keywords: showdown
A vulnerable housewife must stop a gun showdown between her abusive husband and beloved sister.
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A thesis picture. In 1938, Gandhi's party is making inroads in women's rights. Chuyia, a child already married but living with her parents, becomes a widow. By tradition, she is unceremoniously left at a bare and impoverished widows' ashram, beside the Ganges during monsoon season. The ashram's leader pimps out Kalyani, a young and beautiful widow, for household funds. Narayan, a follower of Gandhi, falls in love with her. Can she break with tradition and religious teaching to marry him? The ashram's moral center is Shakuntala, deeply religious but conflicted about her fate. Can she protect Kalyani or Chuyia? Amid all this water, is rebirth possible or does tradition drown all?
Keywords: 1930s, altar, ashram, aunt-niece-relationship, balcony, bathing, beggar, begging, belief-in-god, belief-in-gods
[from trailer]::Chuyia's Father: [to young Chuyia] Child. Do you remember getting married? Your husband is dead. You're a widow now.
[from trailer]::Narayana: All the old traditions are dying out.::Kalyani: But what is good should not die out.::Narayana: And who will decide what is good and what is not?::Kalyani: You!
Bhagavati: God willing she'll reborn as a man.
Bhagavati: To talk about the truth is easy but to live by it is not.
Kalyani: 'Learn to live like the lotus untouched by the filthy water it grows in.' Krishnaji said it in the Geeta::Narayana: Krishna was a god. Not everyone can live like the lotus flower.::Kalyani: Yes, they can.
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Peter Sanderson is a divorced, straight-laced, uptight attorney who still loves his ex-wife and can't figure out what he did wrong to make her leave him. However, Peter's trying to move on, and he's smitten with a brainy, bombshell barrister he's been chatting with online. However, when she comes to his house for their first face-to-face, she isn't refined, isn't Ivy League, and isn't even a lawyer. Instead, it's Charlene, a prison escapee who's proclaiming her innocence and wants Peter to help her clear her name. But Peter wants nothing to do with her, prompting the loud and shocking Charlene to turn Peter's perfectly ordered life upside down, jeopardizing his effort to get back with his wife and woo a billion dollar client.
Keywords: apple-computer, attempted-rape, bar-fight, blind-date, cannabis, catfight, class-differences, convertible, country-club, dancing
Everything he needed to know about life, she learned in prison.
Bring it. March 7.
Peter Sanderson: I message for you. Howie says, 'The cool points out the window and you got him all twisted up in the game.'::Charlene Morton: That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
Charlene Morton: I kicked it off the heezy and bounced... fo' real, tho!::Peter Sanderson: What did you just say?
Georgey Sanderson: [reading an article from an adult magazine] Dad, what's a rack?::Peter Sanderson: It's a country.
Howie Rottman: I'd like to dip you in Cheez Wiz and spread you all over a Ritz cracker, if I'm not being too subtle.::Charlene Morton: Boy, you some kinda freaky!::Howie Rottman: Oh, you have no idea. You got me straight trippin', boo!
Mrs. Kline: We have to brush your hair differently. You look like a fag.
Peter Sanderson: You are such an ass... [drinks water]... set to this company.
Ashley: [to Peter, about Charlene] What is she doin' here?::Charlene Morton: Oh, get used to it, twiggy; you're gonna be seein' a lot more of me around here!::Ashley: [to Peter, about Charlene] Not without a broom in your hand.::Charlene Morton: If I HAVE a broom, it's only cuz I'm here to sweep up the white trash!::Ashley: Save it for the Y.M.C.A, Jemimah.::Charlene Morton: Bitch! I will kick the bulimia outta yo' ass!
Mrs. Kline: Mr. Sanderson! Is everything okay? I thought I heard Negro!
Peter Sanderson: Ashley! Who are you doing here?
Mrs. Arness: [to Charlene] Oh, just one moment... you know, there's a lovely, sad, Negro spiritual...::[Sarah chokes on her food]::Mrs. Arness: Ivy's brother used to... uh, are you all right?::[Sarah nods weakly and takes a sip of her drink]::Mrs. Arness: Anyway, Ivy's brother used to sing this when he came in from the tobbaco fields...::[begins to sing] Mmmm..."Mama, is master going to sell us tomorrow? Yes, yes, yes! Mama, is master going to sell us tomorrow? Yes, yes, yes! Mama... is master going to sell ME to-mor-or-or-row..."
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The story of three Indian women of different generations doing their best to adapt to the new conditions inherent in the rapid growth of their small town and how they affect their relationships with the others around them, whether males or females, in such fields as tradition, culture, religion and love.
Keywords: asian-indian, aunt-niece-relationship, commerce, cultural-heritage, emancipation, fear, friend, friendship, india, intergenerational-friendship
Form the day you saw his face
You knew that he was yours
You saw your life in his blue eyes
No he sleeps the endless dream
Death always comes too soon
You linger your days counting out time
Wasting away crying in vain
Colours have turned to white and gray
You wait for your love to take you across again
Wasting away crying in vain
Colours have turned to white and gray
all my time i spent
the widow said as she bent
giving what meant everything
and all my company
are memories whispering
down by the forest
down by the forest
all the time in the world
is yours, she said as she went
with her thoughts on her dreams
i hardly knew you
yet i packed all i valued
and followed like
dust in the wind
can you give me sanctuary
when the babbling brook
runs dry?
can you give me understanding
when there's nothing left
to try?
what about your brothers
and all you had for lovers?
did they blow away like candles
in the night?
i saw you begging
on the day of the wedding
she don't wander by herself
where are
your sons and your daughters?
can you give me sanctuary
when the babbling brook
runs dry?
can you give me understanding
when there's nothing left
to try?
all my time i spent
the widow said as she bent
giving what meant everything
and all my company are
memories whispering
down by the forest
down by the forest
His clothes hang neatly in the closet
His books still on the shelf
He'll need them, you see, 'cause he's coming back
He swore he'd never leave me
I hold his son on my chest at night
While his pictures stare at me
I envision the love that he would have had
For this tiny, precious baby
Please don't make me say goodbye
Please don't make me say goodbye
Someone hold a gun to my head before I'll say
Goodbye to this man that I love
I'll be kicking and screaming 'til the end of my life
I won't leave this man that I love
I cherish all of his possessions.
I savor what brought him joy
Yet at the same time I do everything
To deny what he meant to me
I've been eating to fill the void, I've been sleeping to
fill the void,
I've been spending to fill the void, I've been fucking to
fill the void
Anything to avoid, anything to avoid
bit by a widow
but you're not the one
who got bit and then died
and dried out in the sun
woken by frogs
but you're not the one
who got woken stark crazy and
neighbored your gun
i have never done a thing like that
i'd wing a bird but i won't skin a cat
and i have never done a thing like that
a modern gunsmith with a broken bat
i have never done a thing like that...
skeleton and the sun burnt child
slept domestic and they woke up wild
dead possum in a barrel
your dog is rabid your cat went feral
You're breaking a chain
Lying until you can erase the past
Born with a look of deceit
Praying that all the bitter guilt's defeated
Born...
Stand on your own, killed from behind
Fools are blind, unwilling to accept, decline...
You'll turn a blind eye...
Bought by a sickening man
The weakened gather as fast as they can
"Whore" is what the people roar
From fear of rejection.
You'll come back for more
Strong, don't see that love has ceased
In the end, only death can release...
Stand on your own, killed from behind