I can easily say that my attraction to confident, intelligent and self-empowered older women traces back to a single moment when I was in still in school, studying as an undergrad at NeverTelling University.
I was 21 and feeling fresh and confident back from a semester studying abroad and “finding myself” in South America. In retrospect it’s honestly cringe inducing to think about the time I spent trying to impress all the underclassmen with my expanded world view and Not-fake ID.
Professor Robinson was in the Gender Studies department and up until that semester, had barely crossed paths with her, but I knew her by reputation as one of the best and most sought after teachers in that department. Her classes filled up quick, but I was able to grab a spot in one due to its cross-over with my Film minor.
She lived up to the hype and more. She was one of those teachers that no matter your interest in the subject, her command of both the classroom and the material made each class electrifying. She made the space open for free discussion but was able to challenge opinions and assumptions in the way that actually helped shape positive growth.