IE 11 is not supported. For an optimal experience visit our site on another browser.

'Fess up: Would you hire a sexy nanny?

I was sitting with my friend while she was looking through profiles on a sitter site, in search of someone to watch her little ones a few days a week while she works. She snorted.“What?” I asked.“What’s with all these hottie pictures?” she answered. She pointed derisively to a shot of a blonde coed type pictured in a low-cut evening dress, and numerous face shots of girls with looks that

I was sitting with my friend while she was looking through profiles on a sitter site, in search of someone to watch her little ones a few days a week while she works. She snorted.

“What?” I asked.

“What’s with all these hottie pictures?” she answered. She pointed derisively to a shot of a blonde coed type pictured in a low-cut evening dress, and numerous face shots of girls with looks that say something more like “come hither” than “I love to play with children!”

“Just who do they think is looking at these pictures?” my friend said. “Horny single dads? Dads do not hire sitters! No 40-year-old mom wants to hire some sexy little thing to swan around her house all day while she’s not home.”

“But your husband is so in love with you! Why would he cheat?”

“I bet Maria  asked herself the same thing about Arnold,” she said archly.

I see her point. A person in your home, there’s just an intimacy there. And people are people, and everyone’s attracted to gorgeous, no matter how married you are.

“Like I need a 20-year-old sitting next to me to be compared to,” she says. “Everything’s falling now. My whole face is crumpling and falling, I don’t need someone around who’ll remind me of that every day.”

“So, who are you gonna hire?”

“This looks about right,” she says, pointing at a picture of a grandmotherly-looking woman.

I hated the conversation, and I hate writing this, hate being looksist and ageist and sexist, all at the same time, when I used to be a sweet 20-year-old myself. How I would have hated myself for discriminating against 20-year-old me. Dried up old hag, I would have thought. She’s just threatened and jealous.

You totally have a point, 20-year-old me! I am jealous, I am threatened, and though I am not yet dried up, I sure am crepe-y. And I sure do look even crepe-ier when someone dewy sits next to me. Lucky for me, I’m not even in the market for a sitter, so I don’t have to deal with this thorny, icky issue at this time. But it made me think. If I were hiring someone to work in my home, would I be willing to hire an attractive younger woman? Would you?

This post comes from our friends at BabyCenter's Momformation blog. For more, check out these links:

 Have you ever not used a car seat?

SpongeBob: Not for young kids

Tilda Swinton on child birth: Murderous, bloody, violent