I think taking responsibility in life is a luxury. It's a luxury born of adulthood, education and freedom. Many people, like the mother at the centre of this story, don't have those things. She had her first baby at the age of fourteen. She was still a child. She wouldn't have had those essential responsibility support systems in place yet (neither did I when I was fourteen; neither do most fourteen year olds). She was a loser before she'd even finished growing up. Poor kid.
Let's hope her own children don't fall down the same holes their mother did. Let's hope, and even give them a chance, to mature into the luxury of being able to take responsibility with all the back up adulthood, education and freedom gives them.
And let's not be angry at the losers who never get there. Let's just try to minimise their number.