This is a horny, ironic, post-ironic joke. It applies the childhood term to adult celebrities—usually tall, dominant women (like actress Kathryn Hahn or wrestler Rhea Ripley). The implication is a desire to be “disciplined” or “taken care of” by a powerful female figure.

There is no universal word for “love.” There is no single term for “terror.” But almost every language on Earth has a variation of “mama.” In English, however, the diminutive “Mommy” carries a weight that transcends simple translation. It is not just a noun; it is a paradox. It is the first word of comfort we ever speak and, increasingly, the most complicated psychological role a woman can play.

The word “Mommy” is the last ghost of childhood. It is the name we call when we want to be small and safe again. But for the woman hearing it, it is often the name she loses herself inside.