Is it enough for an older woman wanting to date a younger man to be sexy or does she need to be rich, too? I mean, let’s really think about this because we all know the reverse is true. I’m going to take a windy road to answer this vital question.
Let’s start with TV, which I deeply love. We all agree, I’m sure, that TV is one of the most powerful persuaders of how we see ourselves. Which is exactly why I drove over to my friend’s house for the 10 p.m. premier of the newest reality show, The Cougar.
The Cougar aired last Wednesday on TV Land and watching it was kind of like having to pick up my puppy’s poop—I don’t want to do it but I have to (the neighbors may be watching). The Cougar follows the exact same formula for The Bachelor, only it features a forty-year-old woman searching for “ever-lasting love” (what an ol‘ fashioned gal) in a jungle of horned twenty-odd-year-old guys.
The opening of the show introduces Stacey Anderson, a.k.a., urban-cougar of the month. First we see Stacey in corporate mode, shaking hands with some business types. Then Stacey’s lounging on her pool deck. The voice over goes something like, “Stacey, having just closed a $48 million dollar commercial real estate deal, rewards herself with a relaxing mani-pedi-spray tan combo treatment. Once everything’s dried, you can bet that this sexy little beaver will be back on the phone trying to nab some land for Habitat for Humanity. Does our hot Cougar know how to live out loud or what?!”
Why, yes, agrees Stacey. “A cougar today is smart, sassy, driven, and successful,” she exclaims philosophically. “She knows exactly what she wants and is straightforward but not overbearing. She reeks of confidence and has a style and charisma that emulates class and success. Her beauty shines from the inside out. She is a classic timepiece. She’s magnetic in her presence and captures the hearts of young men by her no ‘B.S. attitude.’”
Stacey, I say to you, “wot is yous banging on about?” (To quote a true TV genius, Ali G, a.k.a., Sacha Baron Cohen.) I thought it was enough to be frightfully oversexed to make it as a cougar. Now you’re telling me I’ve got to be successful, too?
What’s a feline to do? Well, for starters, admit TV’s got a problem and just say, “off” (to the remote, not the cub). Don’t let the lack of bank stand between you and a little fun. I mean, take me for instance, I don’t even have a darn job and me and the cub are doing just fine, and even great some might say.
So, rise up, oh cougar wannabes and keep it real. Trust there are young guys out there who will want you just because you’re you. Make love, not money.