On Friday I was visiting the high school in Brooklyn (where I go to make suggestions and offer support that is largely ignored by the egotastic young principal who hates women and white people, in that order) and saw a kid in the hall that I met on a previous visit. This kid's a junior, friendly, and said hello when he saw me walking past. I was heading down the stairs after I saw him and thought to myself, FINALLY - I've been there enough times that some of the students are recognizing me so maybe I won't be a stranger there forever - and a few seconds later he and a friend come bounding past me down the stairs. He hits the landing and rounds the corner with me a few steps behind him, and then I hear him almost chanting to his friend in a sing-song voice, "MIIII-LLF, MIII-LLLF" and a few seconds later he heads down the hallway.
For a second it didn't register, and then I realized what word he had been singing. I looked around but the only person on the stairs was me. And in horror, it dawned on me - could I be the MILF in question?? Surely not.
A MILF is a mom! A MILF is old! Right?
But then, second horror - to a sixteen-year-old in Bed-Stuy, anyone over 21 probably falls in the "old" category. And me heading into my mid-thirties? Forget it. I'm ancient.
I don't know whether to be horrified or flattered.
Monday, January 14, 2008
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I'd say be flattered, what the heck!
First of all I would die, then I might be flattered, then I would think of Mary Kay Latourneau who went to prison for being a MILF LOL
Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson!
Hhaahah.
I just caught a bit of the first Nightmare on Elm Street yesterday. The main character, Nancy, goes, "I look like I'm TWENTY!"
Meaning that due to all the Freddie-induced stress, she had aged horribly.
Maybe it was because she was dressed like a mom in pleated khakis and a sweater vest.
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