Cougar: I’m not sure if it’s a bad thing, a good thing or a neutral thing.
But I can tell you I was surprised when I realized I got called one while walking with Gerry in the park. Gerry is only 3 years younger than me (which he insisted I point out.)
Here’s what happened. We were walking through Allan Gardens and a woman sitting in the Rubby Zone, you know the area most people give a wide berth to, said “Welcome to CougarTown.” Gerry and I smiled at her and laughed as we continued walking.
Then she followed up with “Watch out for the cougar traps” and I realized she was calling me a cougar.
I have no idea if that’s a compliment, an insult or something else.
Well, actually I’m pretty sure it’s a compliment for Gerry. That he looks younger enough than me that he’s cougar “meat”. But wouldn’t that also mean I’m compelling enough to attract a much younger man? Or is he only with me for the lavish lifestyle I shower upon him?
Frankly the thing that confused me the most was that this was the commentary she chose to fling at me. I’ve been called a lot of things in the past, by a lot of people, in a lot of situations. Usually in this context it’s a comment about my affluence (rich bitch), attitude (uppity bitch), or sexual proclivities (slutty bitch). In fairness they didn’t always end in “bitch” but the other words and turns of phrases that have been thrown at me are too blue for my blog.
Perhaps I have reached that time in my life when I transition from bitch to cougar.
So, are you a cougar or a bitch?