Wendy Williams deserves to have fun and fun only. Here's why.

Cougarluv is life. 

Opinions about celebrities used to be free, healthy morsels of whole conversations. It rarely needed follow-up, clarification and the return of this blog. Yet, here I am. Sighing.

I'm one the many who are here for Wendy Williams post-Kevin, but she has always been a friend in my head. First of all, I remember making time to hear her gossip on New York radio. She gave no fucks when the unwritten rule in the 90s was to give a fuck or be quiet. Secondly, we are both Tri-Staters; she's from New Jeruz and I am from Queens. Also, we both have studied communications in undergrad. Then there's the one-and-done club, where we both gave birth one time and #dassit. Most of all, we are both of certain ages trying to navigate a millennial's world without hurting a limb and without breaking an iPhone in frustration.

I get her. I just do. Even when I fell out with her -- in my head -- over that Allyah Lifetime movie. "How could she?" I got over it though. Because like Wendy, I, too have made dumbass choices.

Her recent decision to leave her husband and become single and happy (SAH) made my heart sing though. It hit the high notes of an early 2k Mariah and with the ease of a Celia Cruz of the 50s. By the way please check out "Celia" on Netflix.

Anywho, happiness is owed to Wendy. Here's why:

Her ex made her look a damn fool in these here streets. And she still had to be a SKRONG black woman by being a devoted wife and mom and by going to work. Every effing day.

She's getting older. And I don't mean harm in this. Hell, I'm not that far behind her. So let me be the one to say she needs to get her best life while she is able to still live it.

Why not? Men tend to bounce back real quick and nobody bats an eye.

Literally nobody:
Nobody:__________
Males: doing them five seconds after a divorce or break-up.
Women: supposed to play Mary J. Blige, cry at her mom's house, eat everything in sight for the next 2-3 years.

Soooo... get to bouncing, girl!

As if she is hearing me give her bounce blessings, Wendy now looks SAH on her show. I know because I know the look. It's the look of no more monkey mofos on the back. It's the look of freedom and clarity. It's an attractive look that brings all the boys to the proverbial yard -- and one young man made the list.

I found out on Facebook, of course. It was paired with a headline that entails she and Mr. Right Now are in a relationship: "Wendy Williams treats new man Marc Tomblin to shopping spree" Page Six declared! I went into shock. Her whuuuuuut??? Already??? Because when you call someone "her man", that's a relationship to me. Let me know if the rule changed with this. Everything effing changes with social media these days. Being corny, for example, is now cool. Where the hell what this logic when I was in the 8th grade though? Damn you, pop culture. But I refuse to call Tomblin "her man" if they are just having cougar-cougee fun times.

That, I'm am here for.

But nothing more, Wendy, please? Don't jump into a relationship right now. Just get the tenderdick. Spend money on him if you want. Them your coins. Just don't make him your man by my definition. Being SAH after a 20-year marriage might be hard. Anything foreign is gonna be challenging at best. But you're a Tri-Stater. You've got this. Now get the dick and get on with your new life as a Ms.