I got called a MILF.
By a bunch of dudes in a beat-up Jetta. A Jetta, for crissakes. I realize I was wearing my professional lady clothes, but STILL.
And then the publisher I was with told me to just focus on the last three letters, and it would all be ok. Nope.
I would now like to state for the record that I am not pregnant, nor having I ever been. Nor do I plan to be anytime soon. And if you would L to F me, you will most certainly never have a chance in hell by insinuating that I am an M.