When I published a round-up of Park Slope DILFs on this blog in the spring the DILFs ate it up. They bowed to me when they saw me in the street. Some kissed me. Some emailed me to thank me so profusely it was spooky. Kirk from the Roots, who has been in every major music magazine in the world, said I had given him the kind of press that really mattered. They were so solicitous and grateful that I began to feel Park Slope adultery might be more than just a conceit for my novels.
Recently a fellow mother suggested I do a MILF list, and yes, she lobbied to be placed on it. (I won’t tell.) I began thinking about all the negative physical stereotypes we Park Slope moms face. Shlumpy, frumpy, fat, hairy, gray-haired, poochy, pasty, slobby, fashion-backward, saggy-boobed, lactating, sling-hanging, baggy-eyed, wrinkly, waddling, frizzy-haired, big-assed.