MILF Music?

Hot Moms-a much preferred term.

Funny day that involves technology and social media biting (or at least smacking) me on the butt.

First, this morning I get an email from someone inviting me to something with the title MILF Music. For those that are following, this is not the invite I was “un” invited to moments later. That was an entirely different gaffe.

Nope this was a “business” email using the phrase MILF in the title.

What the?

Now, I credit the boys from Forest Knolls Pool with that horrible term back in the days long before I ever was an M. They were dirty teenage boys who should be using the phrase MILF. Grown men (or worse, women!) at PR agencies should not. I thought the term was disgusting then and now that I am a Mother, even with my pretty liberal standards when it comes to language, I draw the line at MILF.

As you can imagine I quickly hit delete on that email and cursed the bots who alerted someone that I am a mom who sometimes writes about music.

Later, as I chopped up veggies for lasagna, I had a mix on the iPod that included my new love Quincy Mumford (whom I probably could have birthed FTW) and Mat Kearney, Edward Sharpe, newish Eddie Vedder and (here’s the nail in the coffin) Maroon 5. Damn, this mix is one Train song short of Adult Contemporary Hit Parade.

Yikes.

I could practically hear my old neighbor Rob mocking me on Facebook. He tends toward teasing anyone with a minivan and a tendency to have the radio set to a station with “Lite” in the title. I thought I was above his reproach, but after today’s dinner prep medley, I’m not so sure.

What has happened to me? Where’s the Black Sabbath Mix? How about some Common? When did I start cooking to the oldies? I giggled  through nearly the entire song list just picturing Rob’s Facebook updates if he ever hears of this.

It’s official, I’m a nearly middle aged mom and no amount of new music is going to make me any cooler.

At least one dude in cyberspace thinks I’m still a MILF.