oooh, he shoulda gone with mama.

Unlike Jessie Spano, I don’t really mind being called “Mama.”  It’s not the most common of cat calls, but when it does happen I tend to see it more as a musing on the privilege and beauty of motherhood than anything else.  Kind of smart and sweet, really.  But if I have to endure one more sweaty, breathy, manhandled muttering of “Beautiful,” heads are going to roll.


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