Well, well, well.
Is there something in the water? Something in the air?
Women, dear readers, are behaving badly.
Just look at that Darcey Bussell on Strictly Come Dancing.
Who’d have thought a Prima ballerina from The Royal Ballet who for years lived in a world of rigid discipline, devotion to her craft, with her hair pulled back in a vicious bun and tortured her feet would morph from this
into this!
a woman with a sexy growly purr, flirting and drooling over the, ‘Wonderful leg muscles, yah!’ of Lewis Smith.
Yes, the man has amazing, er, leg muscles, Darcey.
Darcey recently confessed that the show had brought out ‘Her naughty side.’
And she’s not alone. There’s a global tsunami of women in their middle years discovering that age does not hold them back from being naughty. We’re a new breed - setting up businesses, self-publishing romance novels (shameless plug) taking up white water rafting, going on girlie weekends to the Bellagio in Vegas getting up to all sorts of naughty things (probably a tattoo - I’m looking at you, Mags, btw - good job your H doesn’t read this blog.) Check out your nearest Agent Provocateur store on a quiet afternoon if you don’t believe me; it’s filled to the brim with ladies of a certain age trying on corsets and talking about rampant rabbits and love eggs (you don’t want to know, guys, trust me.) We’re drooling over Joe Manganiello the werewolf in True Blood and enjoying our empty nests.
Most commenters are putting it down to THAT BOOK, which has become a bit of a clichè and seems to be responsible for everything from global warming to the trend of men in tight black leather trousers showing off their considerable, er … assets.
And look at that Hilary Boyd’s Thursday’s In The Park the tale of a sixty plus granny who encounters the man of her dreams in the park while she’s looking after her grandchildren. The runaway best seller of what The Times in London said, ‘Move over Mummy porn, it’s time for Granny lit.’ Isn’t it just fabulous? Go Hilary, I say!
But I don’t believe all this naughtyness begins in middle age. Nope. I believe it begins a lot earlier in life and just to prove it I give you one Naomi Wainwright in the Hamley’s toy store in London, messing about with Lego statues of the Royal Wedding. Naomi is a family friend and gave me full permission to use her photo in my blog - you’re infamous now, babe.
Look at that face and that hand! Can you just imagine what she’ll be like in her middle years?
God help us!
So, what have you done that’s naughty?
Please share your stories with us because we demand to know.
Hugs,
Christine xx
CC MACKENZIE - USA Today Bestselling Author 
Wow…no one’s fessing up. I wish I could, but the naughtiest things I do are all in my books. Hmmm…
I know!!!! Maybe they’ve all been too naughty… hehehe! 🙂
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds I may incriminate myself. I have the right to remain silent. Anything I say can and will be used against me. Which is why I use a pen name and call it FICTION 🙂
🙂
Haha! There you go, Anna! Should have guessed! 🙂
Age is no barrier! Loved your comment about “Granny Lit” and thought I should tell you that Goodreads now has a Baby Boomer Lit group that is rapidly expanding. I’ll have add Thursdays In The Park to their bookshelf.
Has it, Patricia? A Baby Boomer Lit group? I must find them. Thank you for that!
Do you have a link to them. Goodreads say the group doesn’t exist. 🙂
In all my days as a white water rafter, I never thought of myself as being naughty Christine. I mean, there’s only so many things that you can do with a raft and an oar. Although I too am convinced that it does start early. Yet, what naughty thing have you done? Huh? We already know that beyond the iPhone pics, H is handy to have around. But what about you my dear friend? 🙂
A white water rafter? LOL!
I’ve done lots of naughty things like passing off a meal as made by me when in fact someone else did it - little things like that. And I didn’t blush either. H kept trying to catch my eye, but he failed. 🙂
What? You don’t believe me? I want you to know that I’ve been down class lV rapids my dear friend. There’s still a lot you all don’t know about me. LOL! I will have to dig out the photos of my river rafting days. I see a post in the future. Hmm…
I’m sure you did, knowing you I’d put good money on it! I’ve done abseiling and crossed a gorge by rope bridge in Africa (once was enough). Yes, it would make a good post. 🙂
I’m singing that Cindy Lauper song, Girls Just Want To Have Fun ….
Something tells me you have a good voice, Sheila. Just a feeling 😉
It’s nice to read a post about women behaving badly when it seems that so many of the stories we hear and movies we see are about the good girls saving the bad boys. I’m beyond tired of that one! Here’s to more posts about women being naughty and loving it. 🙂
LOL! Your wish is my command, dear Emma! 🙂
Er, one really naughty thing I’ve done was move to America with two enormous suitcases to meet my future husband. That was 14 years ago and some change. I never regretted it, thank goodness, save those moments when I’d dearly love to kill him 🙂
Haha! I know! But that means if we feel strongly enough to kill them then we must love them, a lot! It’s when women don’t care that men need to worry, she says! 😉
Uh oh. You
Haha! Now, August, I KNOW you must have lots and lots of naughty things to tell us!!!!!!
Hahaha! So funny! My middle name is naughty, I mean Mary. I have always been the double entendre queen!
Thanks for bringing it to the party. Have fun introducing yourself! There should be a lot of new “faces!”
You ARE naughty. But nice!! 🙂
Haha, what a fun post, Christine. I noticed the xx after your name. I think you should have added one more x and made it a triple naughty threat!
Hi Lynn.
Three kisses. No problem. xxx!!
LOL!
Great post! Love the wit and the photo of Naomi, so awesome!
Hello and welcome! Naomi is one naughty girl! And she’s lovely too!
Sounds like the best kind of combination. My son is the same way 🙂
Aww, how lovely! My son has a naughty streak too, now that I come to think of it! 🙂