MILF Mondays. It’s a thought. for now it’s a Pinterest board. Sienna Miller. Julianne Moore. Lily Allen. Etcetera. But pfft, other than eye candy it does not make me randy. I don’t want to fuck any of them, nor does the male lech who lives inside me, and believe me, he’s there. Maybe you want them. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe they’re MYLF.

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But I’m looking for inspiration here. MILFs like these bring out my envy more than anything. Their slick media brands shames my mediocrity. and right now, late for bed, it flatlines my creative ignition. I’d rather pick my cuticles.

Ray Bradbury says write about what you love love love and moreover what you hate hate hate. I hate phony perfection designed to make make other people feel ashamed of themselves and at the same time i hate the concept of dimming one’s brightness in order to assuage another’s insecurity. These women are breathtaking. And they have every right to be. At the same time, the media elevates them into the superhuman stratosphere. Where does that leave a beauty-loving, middle-class, middle-aged gal? Alone at her keyboard past her bedtime, dreaming up stories—that’s where.

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