Somebody found my blog through the interesting phrase “Mature Spandex.” I’ve long since given up trying to figure out why certain phrases lead people here (and yes, Marina Sirtis is still in the top 10), but this one caught my eye. I searched on it, just to see what came up, and as I scrolled through the hits, I saw a website promoting a woman named Jilly King. Curious to see what a “mature” woman in spandex looked like, I checked the pictures.
My first thought wasn’t “Wow, she’s hot,” or “Jeez, I wish she would…” or even “Get this freakin’ chastity device off of me.” No, my first thought was “She’s mature? She’s younger than I am!”
Holy freakin, cow! I mean, ignoring the part about me not living up to all of the definitions of the word, when did “mature” indicate 30 or maybe 40 years old, instead of, say, 50 or 60?
Okay, not that I’m denying that at 40, one should be considered as mature, at least in some context. But in the world of online erotica, the term “mature” has the connotation of “no longer young.” And when I see that, I’m reading “no longer young enough to be attractive.”
To me, Ms. King is young. Well, at least, younger. And it’s not just her, there are dozens, perhaps hundreds of other women who advertise themselves as “mature,” in hopes that you will pay for a subscription to their website.
Maybe I’m just surprised to discover that I’m now — quite literally –twice the age of most erotic models, and that even the women to whom I am attracted are of an age that now has to be labeled.
Labeled, apparently, because anyone that *enjoys* looking at 40 year old women obviously has a fetish.