Got M.I.L.F.?
Wednesday, September 1st, 2010
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I’m standing in the grocery at the cash register, searching through my purse so I could give the cashier come coins – they seem to multiply in the bottom of my bag, but the dollars never do. I am feeling these eyes upon me, but I pay them no mind, since I am very aware that I create a striking picture. I mean at thirty-two, I look much younger than I am. Gotta love those good genes. I’m a little under 5ft tall, about a size one, and the mother of an eight year old. I try as much as my extra cash will allow me to keep looking like I still got it .
I was confronted by a young man who was so avidly admiring me, and was visibly thrown six feet when he turned to his peer and said, “Look, M.I.L.F.”
I thought I’d heard wrong, and it was really “look MILK” he had said, and I spent the ride home in the taxi wondering what the heck he meant by referring to me as a cow.
At home, I asked my younger brother about it, and he began to laugh at me. In fact he was ROTF. I was oblivious to what caused him to break into thunderous laughter at the fact that I was MILK.
When he eventually got himself together, and heard the whole story, he straightened his face and told me that it was not “MILK”, the young man was refering to but “M.I.L.F.” - A Mother he would Love to F…
What the HELL?
I was enraged. How dare he?! I mean … I was… I was… wait? I was … exactly that… by his opinions anyways.
STEUPS.
Another younger brother was with me at the time, and was very vocal that he found it gross that this idiot boy could see me as that, since clearly I was just his homely big sister. Silly little boy. What the hell does he know ? He crazy? I am one hot mama.
But I was having a hard time dealing with the fact that someone could refer to me as such – I found it a little degrading and a bit annoying. I mean what woman wants to be reminded that her life is practically over and what they are saying to me is
“despite the fact that you’ve had a child, and are above thirty – I’d have sex with you anyway”
Flattering? I think not.
Apparently in England the term is “yummy mummy” but it normally refers to the set of young women who are mummies, but not over the age of thirty. Thirty seems to make mummies less yummy. Go figure.
More research told me that in some cultures the ‘Hot Mama’ was a ‘Bad’ Mama, a mother concerned more with her looks than with her children/spouse.
Then I asked some other males, and they informed me that I should be flattered, that rather it was a compliment and stop itching about it. That it wasn’t that they would sleep with me despite my age, but rather I was like an old wine that got better with age. Yay me!
I still don’t want to be a M.I.L.F.
Flattering as it may seem at first, I am a damn good mother and just because I happen to be blessed with my parent’s good genes, and look younger than my age, doesn’t mean that I am a bad parent, or as the term suggests – but doesn’t actually say – a woman of loose morals, who just happens to have a child/children.
Nor have I lost my mind and am going to even tolerate or entertain the notion of returning the eye of the young man packing groceries at the end of the counter, since because there is no way I am going to take someone else’s baby and make them my ‘boychildfriend’. I already have one child, who wants another snotty nose to wipe?
There is a reason I grew up. It’s so that I would have some experience to look back at and maybe share with the younger ones. I don’t believe that this experience sharing extends to sex.
I don’t believe that my worth is diminished by the amount of circles my tree trunk has either. In fact, I become more worthy the more experienced I become.
And so I have a new name for myself. I’m a W.O.W – a Woman of Worth… now THAT’S flattering!
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OMG…Karon!! I love you…you are truly a woman of worth. An excellent read!
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Supernova Reply:
September 1st, 2010 at 9:40 pm
Thanks Nicole. Takes one to know one I’d say.
However, as much as I might be able to take the credit for my super duper fabulousness *snicker*, I’ll have to give the the kudo read credit to my woman of worth partner in crime and GC contributor for this piece, supaflygirl. Do ya thing G-Barbie! I’m glad that you are back to writing again. xxxo
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Nice piece. Unfortunately this seems to be the ‘new breed’ of ‘man’ that society has created. Good job.
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@nicole thanks so much… to have my writing compared to karons! well… thats just swell
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