Stifler's Mom has become film and internet legend, digital shorthand for a very specific type of person and a very specific time.
In the halcyon days of a teenage boy’s youth, when he’s just crossed over the cusp of legal, there’s a Stifler’s Mom waiting for him in his deepest dreams – a predatory, slightly skeevy-in-a-classy-way older woman of buxom charms to lead him to the promised land of sexual wish fulfillment.
Stifler's Mom exists in that gauzy space between reality and the sweaty daydreams of hormone-addled teenaged boys.
She is a mirage of what might, but probably never will be, considering most grown women don’t prowl around in bikinis searching desperately for teenage boys to perv on.
She is like Stacey's Mom or Mrs. Robinson, but hotter and more buxom with a face and body that hint at untold worlds of pleasure.
Stifler’s Mom, is, in short, the epitome of fantasy. Specifically, teenage boy fantasies.
She exists for the precise reason that she doesn’t really actually exist. She’s a mirage of desire and want. Ether and air, but no actual substance.
Which may be why one media company put her face on a list of "These celebs died without anybody knowing."
While Stifler’s Mom (Jennifer Coolidge) may not be visible, that doesn’t mean she’s dead.
That’s why one intrepid Twitter user retweeted the post with the caption, “Has anyone told
@JENCOOLIDGE that she’s dead?”
To this, Coolidge had a short but saucy reply.
“Yes, I am dead, and it’s great!”
Oh, Stifler’s Mom, may you remain forever young and unchanging.