The Truth Revealed: Is Angelina The Cougar Type?
Is she, or isn't she? With a "knowing" smirk like that...she must be a predatory large cat who sups on the lusts and appetites of young innocent men! Quick! Tell your nubile boys not to be taken in by her promises of sex and fun without consequence!!
I know you have all been asking yourselves lately "Is Angelina the cougar type?" particularly after all that talk about wanting Robert Pattinson's teeth. (I admit that confessing to that was not in the best of taste, which is why I never told you how I wished I had Richard Armitage's eyes.) Being the frank person I am I feel myself honor bound to address this very worrying question of yours.
Am I the cougar type?
Before I answer that question (honestly) we need to take a moment to remember that I am a happily married woman.
In order to answer this question we need to pretend I am not a happily married woman. If I wasn't married (if Philip left me, or died) would I hunt down a fresh nubile man to play around with? I mean, what's not to love, right? Generally not paunchy, not jaded, only interested in sex and fun, and maybe some drugs and clubs...throw in a little edumication at some college or another...that's every girl's dream, isn't it?
What's truly important is the HAIR.
The way I see it, men that are young enough to qualify me as a cougar** have to be in their 20's and my memory of men that age is that they were mostly wrapped up in themselves. They were immature both emotionally and mentally. They were not very chivalrous. I hated dating them when I was in my twenties which is why I was so thrilled to find one of the good ones and knock that dating shit off.
Generally when I am fantasizing about anyone who is not my husband it is about men who, if they weren't already dead, were movie actors and regardless of a man's age, I do not date actors. Period. But when I'm waiting in line at the DMV and need something happy and pretty to keep my mind off of the fat man picking his nose while staring at me- nothing beats putting William Powell's handsome face between me and the ugly.
I think the expression "cougar" implies a kind of sexuality that I have always lacked. I spend very little of my time thinking about sex. This, (and the lack of a boob job), is the main reason why I never became a sex symbol for my generation. Sex is all well and good between two people who care about each other but sex for the sake of sex is just another activity, like gardening, or writing. Except that I'd rather be gardening because my garden gives me gorgeous flowers and produce without the STD's and other side effects of casual sex.
So no, I am not the cougar type.
Here are some thoughts I have on the matter of "cougars":
But now you must tell me: are you the cougar type?
*I once dated, for two blinks of an eye, a man who was 19 years older than me. This didn't last because I found his "been there, done that" attitude exhausting and amazingly unsexy.
**Ten years younger is my personal definition.
I know you have all been asking yourselves lately "Is Angelina the cougar type?" particularly after all that talk about wanting Robert Pattinson's teeth. (I admit that confessing to that was not in the best of taste, which is why I never told you how I wished I had Richard Armitage's eyes.) Being the frank person I am I feel myself honor bound to address this very worrying question of yours.
Am I the cougar type?
Before I answer that question (honestly) we need to take a moment to remember that I am a happily married woman.
In order to answer this question we need to pretend I am not a happily married woman. If I wasn't married (if Philip left me, or died) would I hunt down a fresh nubile man to play around with? I mean, what's not to love, right? Generally not paunchy, not jaded, only interested in sex and fun, and maybe some drugs and clubs...throw in a little edumication at some college or another...that's every girl's dream, isn't it?
What's truly important is the HAIR.
The way I see it, men that are young enough to qualify me as a cougar** have to be in their 20's and my memory of men that age is that they were mostly wrapped up in themselves. They were immature both emotionally and mentally. They were not very chivalrous. I hated dating them when I was in my twenties which is why I was so thrilled to find one of the good ones and knock that dating shit off.
Generally when I am fantasizing about anyone who is not my husband it is about men who, if they weren't already dead, were movie actors and regardless of a man's age, I do not date actors. Period. But when I'm waiting in line at the DMV and need something happy and pretty to keep my mind off of the fat man picking his nose while staring at me- nothing beats putting William Powell's handsome face between me and the ugly.
I think the expression "cougar" implies a kind of sexuality that I have always lacked. I spend very little of my time thinking about sex. This, (and the lack of a boob job), is the main reason why I never became a sex symbol for my generation. Sex is all well and good between two people who care about each other but sex for the sake of sex is just another activity, like gardening, or writing. Except that I'd rather be gardening because my garden gives me gorgeous flowers and produce without the STD's and other side effects of casual sex.
So no, I am not the cougar type.
Here are some thoughts I have on the matter of "cougars":
- Why not? If you are a woman who is free to date who you want and a young man finds you gorgeous and wants to date you? I see no inappropriateness there, provided the person is of legal age and is consenting.
- I think it's tacky for anyone to trade their older spouse in for a younger model. So when older men divorce their wives and shortly afterwards are seen with blond, tanned, playboy style girls on their arms? I judge them. I would do the same if I saw a woman trade her older spouse in for a 20 year younger model.
- Adultery is never cool.
- Dating any person who is actually a friend or acquaintence of your own children is beyond AWFUL and thoughtless. If either of my parents had ever done that I'm not sure I would forgive them.
- I have mixed feelings about the word "cougar" being used to describe women who go out with men many years their junior. After all, it's men who are usually more sexually predatory than women and yet we don't call them huge feral beasts (very often). It is also sometimes true that an older woman with a younger man can make a really great couple and to call her a cougar when she has found love seems mean.
But now you must tell me: are you the cougar type?
*I once dated, for two blinks of an eye, a man who was 19 years older than me. This didn't last because I found his "been there, done that" attitude exhausting and amazingly unsexy.
**Ten years younger is my personal definition.
Comments (8)
You know... not ten minutes before I read this I was telling a younger co-worker how I never considered myself a "cougar" ever, ever, ever BUT the thought has come up since Twilight and Robert and his teeth, and his hair. Seriously don't really consider myself to meet the definition of a predatory female. Usually. Really only Robert would have any cause for concern. Even then probably not for long. I don't sense a lot of depth-could be wrong but the few interviews I have seen of him haven't impressed too much.
Posted by Tonia | May 29, 2009 2:41 PM
Posted on May 29, 2009 14:41
I suspect that Robert has made many non-cougar women feel cougarish. I think that having some daydreaming interludes with young men does not make you a cougar and is a pretty innocent diversion, even if what you're doing in your head is naughty. The thing is, you're probably right about him in real life. In real life he's a young actor and I imagine, like many actors, he must be pretty self involved in order to do his job. He seems very immature, even for his age, or at least that's been my impression.
he's really really pretty.
Posted by angelina | May 29, 2009 3:12 PM
Posted on May 29, 2009 15:12
I am definitely not cougarish - (well, I WAS a WSU Cougar, but that's totally different) - because I've always been attracted to the older man.
However, about 6 years ago I went back to my hometown and was at a county fair and saw this honkin' cute young man sitting in the dunk tank. I said to my sister, 'Whoa - look at hot young sexy thang'
My sister replied, "Karmyn! That's Sam Smith".
I had to spit, slap myself, and then burn my eyes out.....I used to babysit him as a teenager. I felt very dirty.
Posted by Karmyn R | May 29, 2009 3:50 PM
Posted on May 29, 2009 15:50
Karmyn,
I snorted lukewarm tea out my nose when I read your comment! Too funny.
Angelina- I meant to say earlier that I like the picture of you and am in awe of your lipstick applying abilities. Burt's Bee's lip color is the extent of my capabilities.
I hadn't heard the word "cougar" applied to older women going for younger men until about a year ago. Recently I saw on youtube "Cougar Barbie" and thought it kind of funny but not. It has certainly been a topic on my mind lately.
Posted by Tonia | May 29, 2009 4:43 PM
Posted on May 29, 2009 16:43
Hey rraaarrr. My husband is almost 5 years younger!!!
Posted by pam | May 29, 2009 5:24 PM
Posted on May 29, 2009 17:24
So Pam, do you ever worry that Bret didn't have a chance to sow his wild oats?
That's pretty funny Karmyn! He was probably thinking the same thing about you!
I think the whole "cougar" thing really isn't that old. So that means you're pretty much up on all the trends!
I made it my business as a teen to become really good at applying lipstick. I worked very hard at it.
Posted by angelina | May 29, 2009 6:05 PM
Posted on May 29, 2009 18:05
My husband is 12 years younger than I...I can't say I think of myself as a cougar. It's more like we're each the only person the other could possibly imagine putting up with on a daily basis. Occasionally I get asked if I'm his mom, which kind of kills any potential cougar mood for an afternoon.
Posted by geo | June 1, 2009 6:36 PM
Posted on June 1, 2009 18:36
I am a non-practicing cougar. It is very rare for a man my own age to cause me to quickly suck in my breath and slightly shudder with the awareness of my animal nature... But young men still make this happen.
Far too often. Far far too often.
But, I am currently still married and I honor that, even as I turn up the air conditioner to handle the hot flashes I have that have nothing to do with my ever so slightly waning estrogen levels.
And at this point even if my other half was hit by a bus, if I shop the super fresh end of the produce aisle, it's bound to freak out my teenager... and that's not too cool either.
Posted by bethany | June 14, 2009 7:07 PM
Posted on June 14, 2009 19:07