Bomshell: The Old HO

Last night I dj'ed at an older spot. Clearly I went in a little too "young" with the music but I didn't care because I figured the owner was going to fire me anyway.. (kanye shrug). However I am a DJ of the people so I catered to the people. And I went in for the older folks.
You know we always see her.
She might even be your aunt, or your next door neighbor or your mother-in-law. That lady who is between the ages of 45-65 who never was married, single and still going to the club or bar room on a Saturday Night. The existential "OLD HO".
My younger adopted sister Whitney* years ago actually used to say that we would become "old hoes" joking with each other about the women we would see out. The "Old Ho" may have many variations. There is the "OH" that raised her kids on her own and still fine as wine and date a lot of young men. There is the "OH" that make a living out of living off of men. There is the "OH" that still get sloppy drunk and maybe torn up over how her life has turned out. And then there is the respectable "OH" that just refuse to get old because she was so fly in her younger years. (I think that might be us)
In some form or fashion young women such as myself have been looking up to these "Old Hoes" for advice when we were 18 years old and so impressionable. Let's be honest, a lot of those old hoes gave us the best and worst advice. They either taught us to be independent bad bitches or damn near told us to become an undercover prostitute concealed under the title of a relationship. No matter the angle in the hood, you better get you. You do what you have to do to get you.
So years later, as my friends marry, settle down and have kids, and create a life I wonder... "Will I become that "Old Ho" having random relationships with Random men with way too much baggage than we both can carry? Will I still sit "to the bar" and drink Remy Martin sour and talk about how fine I used to be?
WEll you know what, I realized that this "Old Hoe' stigma may be something of social economic issue. I went to Saints games this year and an older single white lady about 65 years old with lots of money sat a couple of seats down and over. She wore all black with a gold shirt and she was single and went to the games with her daughter and drank her wine and cheered "defense". I looked to my friend Jessica and said "I want to be like her when I get old" fly, fabulous and rich. Then I realized I don't mind being a single older fly woman. I just dont want to be an old ho... the moral to the story is.... I HAVE TO BE RICH.
"DEFENSE!!!!"