Calling all cougars...
How can it be that a woman writing about her first hot flash in “ Beware the freezer burn! ” can be accused of being a cougar? Not of the four-legged variety—but an urban cougar, which is loosely defined as a savvy chica who enjoys the company of younger males. That’s right, yours truly just heard that someone, a pot calling the kettle tarnished , warned the sweet girlfriend of a handsome young man about little (and apparently) not-so-old me! It seems that I was on the hunt and stalking my prey, or rather hers. Of course, this is funny in a sick way. My alleged prey is like a nephew to me. My friends, including the Husband, think this is hilarious. The woman who issued the warning is definitely not a friend, nor does she know me—or even have the slightest idea of whom I am or what makes me tick. If she knew me and made this accusation, then I guess it wouldn’t be as funny. As it is, this really made me laugh when I heard about it…after my first, initial “ICK!” Why do people ma