“Mad? Ya think?! If he came back right now I’d have to kill him, for what he did to us. I’d f**king kill him. I’d f**k him, and then I’d kill him.”
– Courtney Love kind of went off when a Vanity Fair writer asked her if she was angry at husband Kurt Cobain for committing suicide. Honestly, Courtney is probably going to get a lot of crap for this quote, but I don’t blame her for being pissed. The issues that drive people to take their own life — depression, illness, etc. — are complicated and hard to grasp and for that reason, I really loathe it when people write suicide off as simply “selfish.” However, the impact suicide has on the surviving family members and loved ones is also complicated and hard to grasp and for that reason I hope Courtney is cut a break for her comments.
In the article, Love also discusses her complicated (is anything not complicated with this woman?) relationship with estranged daughter Frances Bean. Check out more, after the jump…
At the singer’s rented West Village town house, Love shows [Vanity Fair's Nancy Jo] Sales a book from her estranged daughter Frances Bean’s “hope chest.” “This is her diary,” Love explains. “I just want you to look at this one page,” which contains a list titled, “Things That Make Me Smile.” Love, distraught, asks Sales, “Why am I not on it? Why doesn’t she put ‘watching old movies with my mom’?” Frances Bean emancipated herself from her mother two years ago, a decision that is clearly still bewildering and hurtful to Love. “All I can feel is how much I love her,” Love tells Sales. “I’d give anything to hear the sound of her heels walking down the hall past my bedroom.”
Sigh. I feel Love’s pain over the strained relationship she has with Frances, but I am just dumbstruck that in order to illustrate her sadness, she further violates that relationship by showing her child’s diary — even just a page is wrong — to a magazine reporter. I’m not a parent, but it seems to me that until Love realizes she must put their relationship before her own ego, she won’t be hearing those heels anytime soon. [Vanity Fair]