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?
After the first round of cuts, the director asks each dancer to speak about themselves.
Discomfort opens into revelation and confession leads to redemption as the audience begins to see each dancer’s individuality.
Memorable songs include What I Did For Love, I Can Do That, and One.
Milly quickly whips her rowdy brothers-in-law into shape, and shows them how to court and win brides of their own.
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers features upbeat dancing, frolicking fun, and heartfelt romance with a score including Bless Your Beautiful Hide, Wonderful, Wonderful Day, and Sobbin Women.