Cougars and Lechers and Pervs, Oh, My!

Cougars and Lechers and Pervs, Oh, My!

We hear a lot nowadays about cougars, not the sleek beasts in the zoo or in the wild who occasionally eat intrepid hikers who get too intrepid but the often less than sleek desperate housewives and horny divorcee’s who lurk in dark bars ready to devour some unsuspecting or suspecting young stud.

The Urban Dictionary somewhat cruelly defines the cougar type as “An older woman who frequents clubs in order to score with a much younger man. The cougar can be anyone from an overly surgically altered wind tunnel victim, to an absolute sad and bloated old horn-meister, to a real hottie or milf.”

(The acronym milf was popularized in American Pie but milfs have been around since long before Anne Bancroft in The Graduate. They just get out more today, and at night.)

Often these nouveau ladies of the evening are reliving misspent or well-spent youth, trying to reassert their feminity, to validate their lives, to sate their declining libidos.

Time was, before the sexual revolution, before the astronomical divorce rate, before The Pill, before the internet, and before Viagra was discovered to have certain beneficial effects for women, catting around was the exclusive province of the male of the species who often removed his wedding ring when he hit the bar circuit for one night stands.

No more. The males now have competition from lusty cougars who aren’t looking for sweet, young female thangs but for buff, young male thangs and have little if any interest in guys who hide rings or paunches.

In one more sociological area, for better or worse, women have broken through a glass ceiling.

Today, cougars may be more ubiquitous than their male counterparts in some stalking venues, though males still seem to prefer younger prey.

One Toronto, Canada restaurant which apparently caters to both the roués and the rouées among us is featuring a . . .

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