Ode to the MILF

ImageRemember the popular kids in high school – how they seemed to float through the halls completely unaware of the rest of the world let alone the peewees that hung on every move, every word, every everything that the said popular kid did. Remember? If you were one of the peewees then you probably recall a great deal more about those “interactions” than the admired ones – remember, they were unaware.

Popularity can be a good thing – no one can dispute that. But it’s powerful and at times daunting like a wicked spell … two part newt, one part batwing, dash of ground up beetle … and while the peewees might have given anything just to sample the damning potion, they might not have welcomed all the side effects – especially the ones that stick after high school is long over.

Case in point – the MILF. The MILF was probably a popular kid in her hay day – and she probably loved it … I mean popularity does have its advantages. BUT. When you grow up and become the MILF, it isn’t as flattering, or as wanted as the now grown up peewees might think it is.

For arguments sake, I will admit that some people think being called a MILF is flattering – I mean I suppose it’s better than the alternative – or is it?? The thought of some pubescent ninth grader labeling one of his friend’s mothers a MILF is rather, well … gross. And I cannot imagine that the said MILF would be overly thrilled with her status. I mean ewwwww!

BUT. Is the icky attention better than no attention at all?

Shifting gears a bit, let’s address the hardhats. Personally, I cringe when I have to run by a construction site – the thought of a catcall or even a nod makes me ill. And yet I have a friend that “received” her first catcall earlier this summer – she has recently lost weight and was soooo excited when she told me about her catcall … it was cute. I felt good for her. And I know it made her feel good about herself too … NOTE to all the hardhats out there, I am in no way whatsoever encouraging whistles or catcalls while you are perched a top a tall building – pay attention to the crane before it drops a pipe on your head.

I have no conclusion for you – no answer to the “Is icky attention better than no attention at all?” question. Sorry. But at least I’ve given you something to bring up at Book Club – I mean ‘cause no one ever really talks about the book anyway.

This post inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: When was the last time you really stood out in a crowd? Are you comfortable in that position, or do you wish you could fade into the woodwork? 

6 Comments

  1. It’s so funny that you brought up the MILF topic. I have a handful of gal pals who admitted that they want to be labeled as a MILF. Their reason is not to sleep with men younger than them (well, they won’t admit it) but mostly because it makes them feel like they still got ‘it.’ When I have kids, I want to be called a MYDPO, mom you don’t piss off.

    1. I totally get it – I think it’s a compliment until you hear a ninth grader say it … I mean it is nice to feel like you still got it once you hit 40 :) And I like the MYDPO idea!!

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