MARISKA HARGITAY’S MOM AND DAD WERE WELL-KNOWN ACTORS. THEIR NAMES WERE MICKEY HARGITAY AND JAYNE MANSFIELD. SADLY, JAYNE MANSFIELD PASSED AWAY WHEN MARISKA WAS ONLY 3 YEARS OLD.

In the 1950s, Jayne Mansfield became famous in Hollywood. Her daughter, Mariska Hargitay, was just three years old when Jayne had a fatal car accident in 1967, and Mariska was in the car too.

Luckily, Mariska survived and is doing well. She’s now a famous actor in today’s time. She looks a lot like her mom!

Becoming a Hollywood star usually takes a lot of hard work over many years. Most famous people would say it’s worth it in the end,

In under ten years, Jayne Mansfield became a huge star, mainly because of her roles in popular movies. She was a famous and attractive figure in the 1950s and 1960s.

Sometimes people called her “the poor man’s Marilyn Monroe” because she got similar kinds of roles, often playing a character seen as not very smart. But in reality, she was different from those characters.

Sadly, Jayne Mansfield died in a car accident in 1967, leaving behind five kids. Today, her children are working hard to keep her memory alive.

This is the story of the lively life of Jayne Mansfield and her daughter Mariska Hargitay, who looks a lot like her mom.

Jayne Mansfield had a life that was both glamorous and sad.

In the beginning, when she was known as Vera Jayne Palmer and born on April 19, 1933, in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, she experienced the artistic side of life. Her dad, Herbert, who was a musician, taught her to sing and play the violin when she was a little kid.

But when Jayne was only three, her father passed away from a heart attack while they were traveling. This left her mom, Vera, who used to be a schoolteacher, alone with Jayne. Her mom had to go back to work to support the family.

She said, “Something went out of my life. My earliest memories are the best. I always try to remember the good times when Daddy was alive.”

In 1939, Jayne’s mom got married again, and the family moved to Dallas, Texas. At the same time, Jayne dreamed of becoming a Hollywood star. She loved watching Judy Garland’s movies and even dressed like her, hoping t

Jayne Mansfield didn’t finish high school before she met her first husband. She married Paul Mansfield when she was very young, just 20 years old, in 1950. They went to Southern Methodist University together to study acting, and a year later, Jayne had their first daughter, Jayne Marie Mansfield.

She entered a Miss California competition after taking a course at UCLA in Los Angeles, but she decided to leave. The family then chose to go to the University of Texas in Austin, where Jayne acted in several plays.

Even though it was fun, Jayne still wanted to go to Hollywood. So, in 1954, she moved to Los Angeles with her family.

Getting into the acting business is not easy for anyone. When Jayne started modeling, her curvy figure became a problem. Casting directors thought she was too attractive and seductive for commercials or advertisements. She even got cut out of her very first ad, which was for General Electric.

Jayne really wanted to be in movies, and she finally got a chance. She tried out for Paramount and Warner Brothers, but they didn’t choose her.

However, something important happened when she auditioned for Paramount. The person in charge of casting, Milton Lewis, told her something that changed how she saw herself.

“I had been to three different universities and two or three dramatic schools before I went to Hollywood, preparing myself for my hoped career as an actress. I did a soliloquy for Joan of Arc for Milton Lewis, who was head of casting at Paramount Studios to audition. And he seemed to think I was wasting my ‘obvious talents.’ He lightened my hair and tightened my dresses, and this is the result.”

Jayne Mansfield wanted to be as famous as Marilyn Monroe, who was the biggest Hollywood star at that time. But while her Hollywood career was starting, her husband Paul had enough and they got divorced in 1955. Their daughter stayed with Jayne in Los Angeles.

Jayne’s career finally took off when she got a role in a low-budget film called Female Jungle in 1955, which got her a lot of attention. In the same year, she was named “Playmate of the Month” and appeared on the cover of Playboy Magazine.

Her new style – the pinup, provocative blonde bombshell – was supposed to cement her status as the new Marilyn Monroe, and in a way, she definitely succeeded. Pink proved to be her color, with Jayne even buying a pink Cadillac to drive.

Studios wanted more of her and soon she was signed. Fox began to market her as the “Marilyn Monroe King-Size,” and her success grew. By that point she wasn’t just an actress; she was a sex symbol of the 1950s.

One journalist even claimed: “She suffered so many on-stage strap and zipper mishaps that nudity was, for her, a professional hazard.”

Jayne gained even more attention following her appearance in Fox’s 1957 comedy blockbuster Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?. That same year, she received a Golden Globe Award for Most Promising Newcomer – Female. The following year, she starred alongside Kenneth More in the Western The Sheriff of Fractured Jaw (1958).

Jayne scored several other – for the time being – provocative roles, including The Burglar (1957) and Too Hot to Handle (1960). Sadly, however, she was labelled “The Poor Man’s Marilyn Monroe”.

At that time, Mansfield had gotten married to second-husband, actor and bodybuilder Mickey Hargitay. They tied the knot in 1958, at a press-filled ceremony in Rancho Palos Verdes, California. Before long, the family was growing. In 1959, they welcomed son Mickey Hargitay, and two more children followed. Son Zoltan Hargitay was born in 1960, and daughter Mariska Magdolna Hargitay was welcomed in 1964.

Following her performance in Too Hot to Handle, Jayne went into her first legal battle regarding film censorship. The release date of the film was delayed because of her appearing nude in what was at the time considered a scandalous dress.

A couple of years later, she got into another battle regarding the same thing. Her film Promises! Promises! (1963) sparked a huge talking point when Mansfield became the first American Hollywood movie star to appear nude on screen. The scene was considered to be way too explicit, leading to censoring and, in some cases, it being banned across the world.

By this point, Mansfield was a huge Hollywood star, with an image that at the time was considered to be “owned by the public.”

It was something she enjoyed and thought was mandatory.

”Actually, I feel that a star own it to her public, to bring the public into her life,” she said in 1960.

“The fans feel that they kind of own you and if you kept your life a complete secret it wouldn’t be fair to them. But my private life, and when I say private life, is always very private.”

As quick as Jayne had risen to fame, her career also began to fail. She was dropped from 20th Century Fox in 1962, and instead went on to appear in several TV programs and game shows. Instead of just focusing on Hollywood, Mansfield decided to go International in the 1960s, starring in several German, Italian and British films. She began also appearing onstage at nightclubs, touring both in the US and in the UK.

In 1967, a tour was put together by Don Arden, the legendary music manager, as well as father of Sharon Osbourne. One week, she was performing in the town of Batley.

Her Hollywood glamour sure did something to the people there.

“My dad thought that all these not-so-glamorous ladies would show up at Batley with their hair rollers and headscarves,” explained Neil Sean, an entertainment reporter for NBC News. “But as the week went on, they became more and more glamorous, showing up with their hair done and lipstick.”

At that point, Jayne Mansfield and Mickey Hargitay had gotten divorced, and she married director Matt Cimber. They had her fifth child, Anthony Cimber, in 1965, but they divorced the same year.

The UK tour was the last one Jayne Mansfield did. On the way from a nightclub in Mississippi to New Orleans, she got into a car accident and died at the age of 34. The accident also took the lives of her then-boyfriend Sam Brody and their driver. She was buried next to her father in Fairview Cemetery in Pennsylvania.

In the car were three of her children, who were sleeping in the backseat and thankfully were not hurt. Mariska Hargitay, who was just three years old at the time, went to live with her father, Mickey Hargitay.

So, what happened to Mariska? Well, she followed her mother into acting, and she looks a lot like her!

“Losing my mother at such an early age is the scar of my soul,” she told Redbook in 2009.

“But I feel like it ultimately made me into the person I am today. I understand the journey of life. I had to go through what I did to be here.”

Mariska decided to study theater at UCLA in California. In 1984, she made her film debut in Ghoulies. She spent the 1980s performing in several TV series in order to pursue a career on the bigger stage. But, unlike her mother, she didn’t change her name or the color of her hair. People advised her to change her name and appearance, and even copy her mother’s sexy image. At one point, she turned down doing a nude scene in the movie Jocks (1986).

Being the daughter of a Hollywood icon hasn’t been easy. And sometimes, it even has been a burden for Mariska.

“I used to hate constant references to my mom because I wanted to be known for myself,” she told Closer. “Losing my mother at such a young age is the scar of my soul.”

Before Mariska got her big role, she had been acting for 15 years. She started playing Olivia Benson in the TV show Law & Order: Special Victims Unit in 1999, and she has been in a total of 481 episodes. The show is still being made.

Because of this popular show, Mariska has built a successful career. She won an Emmy Award and a Golden Globe for her role as Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series. She was also nominated for eight other awards.

Mariska Hargitay is now a well-known actress, just like her mother. She even looks a lot like her with that beautiful smile!

In 2004, Mariska married actor and producer Peter Hermann, and they have three children.

Mariska was very young when her mother died in a car accident, but becoming a mom herself has made her feel closer to the mom she lost so early in life.

“Being a wife and mother is my life, and that gives me the most joy,” she said. “I understand [my mother] in a new way that gives me peace. Now I understand the love she had in her, and it makes me feel closer to her.”

When their stars were placed next to each other on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 2013, Mariska Hargitay and her mother Jayne Mansfield were reconnected in a way.

Jayne Mansfield’s remarkable performances will live on in memory forever.

Although she is no longer with us, she will always be remembered, and Mariska, her daughter, is an amazing actress. Don’t they resemble one another?

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I Found Out My Son Was Planning to Cheat on My Lovely Daughter-in-Law and Decided to Crash His Date with His Mistress

Maggie adores her daughter-in-law, Lara. So when she overhears her son, Dan, planning a night with his mistress, she refuses to stay silent. With Lara by her side, she follows him, straight to his betrayal. But exposing him just isn’t enough. Instead, Maggie is about to teach her son a lesson that will cost him everything.

I have two sons. My eldest? James. A loving husband, a wonderful father, hardworking, honest, and kind.

My other son? Dan.

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A woman sitting at a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

Dan has always been… difficult. Selfish. Lazy. He was the type of kid who skated by on charm, always looking for the easiest way out. While James built a life, Dan bounced from one “passion” to another.

“It’s just the way I am, Mom,” he’d say. “Life is full of opportunities, and I want to try them out!”

The latest? A local fitness blogger, selling online courses on “proper nutrition and sports.” He barely had any followers, but he loved the attention.

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

The comments, the likes, the little taste of fame.

We had long accepted that Dan would never settle down. So when he married Lara six months ago, we were shocked.

And Lara?

Oh, she was a dream. Sweet, thoughtful, kind, exactly the kind of woman I wished Dan could be worthy of. A wonderful wife and an even better daughter-in-law. A beautiful soul. And for a moment, I truly believed she could change him.

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A young woman holding a puppy | Source: Midjourney

But Dan is Dan.

And a few nights ago, I found out exactly how much of a fool I had been.

It was late afternoon, and Dan was in my guest bedroom. He and Lara had a studio apartment, meaning that there was no room for his digital set-up. I was used to him coming and going, constantly making noise while filming.

I had just put the kettle on when I heard Dan’s voice, muffled but still audible, coming from the hallway.

“Yes, babe,” he chuckled. “I miss you too. But she’ll be at work tomorrow until late, so we can go to the restaurant and then move to the hotel. Yeah?”

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A man talking on a phone in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

There was silence for a moment.

“Yes, the fancy restaurant on Paradise, Jen… I’ll text you the time.”

I gripped the container of teabags I was holding. My stomach dropped.

This foolish man was cheating.

On Lara.

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A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

The sweet girl who made him homemade lunches. Who laughed at his bad jokes. Who believed in him when the rest of us had given up any hope.

My hands shook as I turned off the stove. And in that moment, I made my decision.

I wasn’t going to let Lara be another woman blindsided by Dan’s selfishness. I was going to tell her everything. And we were going to teach Dan a lesson.

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A woman making a sandwich | Source: Midjourney

The next afternoon, I picked Lara up from work. She greeted me with a warm smile, wiping her hands on her apron. She worked at one of the busiest bakeries in town.

“Maggie! What a surprise! What are you doing here?” she asked, beaming.

I took a deep breath.

“Lara, sweetheart, we need to talk.”

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A young woman in a bakery | Source: Midjourney

We sat in my car, and I told her everything. Every single word I had overheard. Everything I had suspected.

Her face went pale.

“He… he said that?” her voice cracked.

“I love and respect you too much to hide it, Lara. You’re the daughter I never had,” I said, reaching for her hand.

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A woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Tears welled in her eyes, and she clutched her apron tightly with one hand. But she didn’t break.

She swallowed hard and whispered,

“I want to see it with my own eyes. Do you know which restaurant?”

I nodded.

“Then let’s go, sweetheart. I heard which restaurant while he was on the phone.”

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The exterior of a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Dan had made dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant. One of those dimly lit places where the food is served in tiny portions, but the bill could make you cry.

Lara and I slipped inside, finding a perfect spot by the window.

And there he was.

My son, grinning like a fool, sitting across from a blonde woman in a tight red dress. Jen.

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A woman sitting in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

She leaned in, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, laughing at something he said.

I watched Lara dig her nails into her palm. I put my hand on her knee.

“Breathe, Lara. It’s not over yet.”

“Unbelievable,” she muttered.

We didn’t confront them. Not yet. We just watched. Watched him pour her wine. Watched him whisper in her ear. Watched him act like he wasn’t married to the best woman he would ever have.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

Someone a million times more than he deserved.

Then, hand in hand, they left the restaurant.

And we followed.

As they approached the hotel two roads away, we sat in the car and waited. As much as I knew we were doing the right thing, I didn’t want to break Lara’s heart. But here Dan was… already doing that.

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The exterior of a hotel | Source: Midjourney

I pulled out my phone.

“He probably posted something about it on his socials, right? Dan’s that stupid. He can’t resist posting hints about his ‘private life.’”

“Let’s check his story,” Lara said.

And there it was.

A grainy black-and-white photo of a hotel hallway, stupidly captioned:

Privacy is everything.

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A hotel hallway | Source: Midjourney

Lara zoomed in, and all the answers were there.

“Room 312,” she said.

Bingo.

Dan had given us everything we needed.

We got to the third floor just in time to see Dan and Jen disappear inside the room.

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A woman walking down a hotel hallway | Source: Midjourney

“Are you sure you want to do this, Mom?” she asked, exhaling slowly.

I loved when she called me Mom. It made my heart melt. And I realized that I truly did love this girl.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Lara,” I said. “He cannot get away with this.”

And with that, we stormed in.

Dan was on the bed, his shirt already halfway unbuttoned, Jen straddling his lap.

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A man sitting on a hotel bed | Source: Midjourney

His face went ghost white when he realized what was happening.

“What the… Mom?!” he yelped, scrambling to push Jen off him.

Lara wasn’t crying. She wasn’t yelling. She simply picked up Dan’s phone from the table with his wallet and watch and held it up.

“Smile for the camera, Daniel,” she said.

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A man’s phone and wallet on a table | Source: Midjourney

And just like that, she went live on socials.

Dan’s followers flooded in. His small but dedicated audience, the ones who actually believed in his “perfect athlete and family man” persona, were tuned in and watching.

“Hey, everyone!” Lara said into the camera, her voice steady although her hands shook. “You all think this man is a role model, right? A perfect husband? A loyal partner?”

She turned the camera to Dan.

Jen shrieked, covering her face. Dan lunged for the phone.

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

“Turn it off, dammit!” he screamed.

I stepped in front of him.

“Oh, honey, don’t you dare.”

Lara looked straight into the camera.

“Meet the real Dan. A liar. A cheater. A fraud. This is what he does while he tells you to be ‘better, stronger, healthier!’ While his wife is at work, supporting him. This is the man you follow. This is the man you trust.”

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

I picked up my phone and joined in on the live. I wanted to see the comment section explode.

Wait! He’s married?!

This is the guy I bought a nutrition plan from?

Unfollowing NOW! What a joke!

Is this him cheating? And his wife is exposing him? Haha!

Dan shouted. He yanked at his hair, rage and panic flooding his face.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney

But it was too late. The world had seen him. The real him.

The fallout was brutal.

Lara filed for divorce. Dan lost everything. Sponsors dropped him immediately. Followers vanished overnight. And as for Dan’s courses?

Refund requests flooded in.

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An upset man | Source: Midjourney

James, my eldest, washed his hands of him.

“No way. I’m not bailing you out this time, Dan. And why would you do that to Lara? You make me sick. I don’t want my kids to know you.”

And me?

I did what a mother had to do.

I let him fall.

Because if you raise a son who has no respect for his wife, then as a mother, you have failed.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

I may have lost a son that night, but I gained a daughter.

And I’d choose Lara every time.

Lara sat at the kitchen table, fingers tracing the rim of her mug. The warmth of the tea did little to thaw the heaviness in her chest. It was clear to see.

“I still can’t believe you stood by me like this,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t have to. You could’ve just… ignored it. Pretended that you didn’t hear any of it.”

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A woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Sweetheart, how could I?” I said softly. “I love you. You’re my daughter, even if not by blood.”

Lara looked up, her eyes glassy.

“But it must have hurt. To see your own son exposed like that.”

I clenched my hands around my mug.

“It broke me, Lara,” I admitted.

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A woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

“Because of what he did to me?” she asked, her gaze fixed on the scone in front of her.

“Because of what he turned into,” I said. “Because I raised a man who could humiliate a woman like you. And because I couldn’t stop it.”

Lara let out a watery chuckle. “And instead, you helped me destroy him.”

I smirked. “Damn right I did.”

She reached across the table, squeezing my hand.

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A scone with jam and cream | Source: Midjourney

“I lost a husband,” she whispered, “but I gained a mother.”

Tears stung my eyes.

“And I’ll always choose you, sweetheart.”

A week later, Dan had moved out of his apartment and into Jen’s home, leaving Lara to find herself in her own space. But this evening, he had come home for one final family meeting.

Dan stood in my living room, arms crossed, looking every bit the sulking child he had always been. James sat beside me, his jaw clenched so tight I thought he might break his teeth.

“So, what now?” Dan scoffed. “You guys are just going to cut me out completely?”

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

James exhaled sharply.

“You did that yourself, Dan.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. Lara’s fine. She got her revenge. What more do you want?”

I stared at him, disgust curling in my stomach.

“Fine?” My voice was low, dangerous. “You humiliated her. You destroyed your own marriage. You ruined everything, and for what? A cheap thrill?”

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Dan scoffed. “It wasn’t like that…”

“Shut up, Dan.” James’s voice was sharp, cutting through his excuses. “For once in your life, shut up and take responsibility.”

Dan had the audacity to laugh.

“Oh, please. You’ve always hated me. This is just an excuse to push me out.”

I stood up, my hands trembling.

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A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Do you think this is easy for me?” I whispered. “Do you think I wanted to be ashamed of my own son?”

Dan’s smirk faltered.

“I have always loved you, Dan. Even when you failed. Even when you disappointed us.” I swallowed hard. “But this? I can’t stand by you after this.”

James stood beside me.

“Neither can I.”

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A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Dan looked between us, panic flickering in his eyes.

“You’re choosing her over me?” he asked, voice cracking.

I nodded.

“Dan. I’m choosing what’s right over you.”

And with that, I turned away. James followed. As for Dan? He was finally alone.

Some betrayals deserve to be exposed. Some men deserve to lose everything. And sometimes? Your real family isn’t the one you’re born into. It’s the one you choose.

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A woman holding a plant | Source: Midjourney

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