Considering my husband is four years older than I am, it probably has something to do with my newfound, geeky, somewhat fiery love for a certain emo vampire and ripped werewolf in a certain movie meant for tweenagers, but still, it got me to thinking.
Has the definition for “cougar” changed from scary to sexy?
Honestly, I didn’t think I was even old enough to be considered cougary yet … I mean, I’m still on the youngish side of 30-something.
My clothes are never cut down to there and up to here.
So what gives? Have my crows feet that merely mean I smile entirely too much started to betray me?
Have the parts that sag and bag post two turkey-sized kids managed to push me to a new level of less-than-savory momness in the overall mom category?
I guess it depends on how you look at it.
Maybe being called a cougar isn’t so bad.
In the wild, they’re fierce. They roam, hunt and otherwise take what they want, when they want.
Not too shabby, right?
In the wilds of society, cougars are older women attractive enough to catch the eye of younger men … because apparently hot young cubs are powerless against our advanced feminine wiles. In my experience, men fall prey to that at any age, so whatever.
Moms Goldie Hawn and Susan Sarandon were cougar pioneers, and Demi Moore is no slouch in the cougarism department either. Keanu Reeves and Diane Keaton made their May/December relationship work in Something’s Gotta Give, and Harrison Ford and Calista Flockhart make it work in real life.
I like to think the term has changed to reflect any empowered woman over 30 who knows what she wants … regardless of her affinity for Team Edward or Team Jacob. Ahem.