Got MILF?

Is being the recipient of a juvenile, sexist, objectifying cat-call any less offensive when you are a 30-ish mother who, 15 months post-natal, still can’t fit into her skinny jeans?

Hell, yeah!

Come and take away my feminist membership card if you wish, but it happened to me today, and I smiled, and was kind of proud of myself and all of my obvious hotness.

Never mind that it came from a carload of teens who were probably just trying out a new phrase that they had heard somewhere (like maybe from their babysitter or something); Someone other than my husband stuck their head out of a moving car window and yelled ‘Yo, MILF!’

(ok, chris has never stuck his head out of the window of a moving vehicle to declare his lust for me. But I bet he would if I asked.)

It’s not like I was cruising Yonge Street on a Friday night, either. I was ‘cruising’ Bayview Avenue with bumblebee, where, usually, the only people checking each other out are the Leaside moms wondering how that bitch got the new bugaboo diaper bag before she did.

So, er, I digress. Or maybe I regress, if I feel like this is worth a post, but come on… it’s very easy to feel like a frumpy, run-down, unstylish mom. It’s not that easy to feel like you are attractive to your own loving husband, let alone some jackass teenagers who are desperate to shag just about anyone with a pulse. And in my past life, I was the first one to give the finger in response to these kinds of comments, or at least shake my head disapprovingly with a little chuckle thrown in for ego’s sake. But these days, I am slightly desperate to ensure (or be reassured) that I didn’t trade in all my former hipness, all my former confidence, all my former sexiness, to be a breeder.

And, man, you should see me. A MILF-ier MILF there never was: I hardly ever look in a mirror, I have been wearing the same civvie outfit all summer (my uniform consists of the only cool jeans that still fit me, tho they have split down the bum and are held together with safety pins cause I can’t find my sewing kit, and a new gap halter [brown] that everyone and her sister wears), and hair that, while, yes, is quite glorious since pregnancy, is a mass of out-of-control waves/curls that neva eva sees a brush -- H.O.T.

All the more reason that being cat-called like a common whore seems ok right now. And the best part is that it is not only me that will benefit from this little slip of decency; chris will probably fare ok –

MILF; It does a body good.