Daily Gut: The First National Single Cougars Convention

So the first National Single Cougars Convention took place last week in Palo Alto, California–and it featured lectures on the “positive aspects of dating younger men.” It also offered opportunities for the older ladies to mingle with young male flesh–all without the annoying claws of commitment. For the women, they felt desired. For the dudes, they got lucky without paying for drinks.

Now to me, this whole cougar thing is a fabricated farce. My guess: it began as a media trend invented by female reporters as a way to comp their drinks. They could go out to bars, get picked up by dudes, and then write it all off as a business expense. And so it became a phony trend, just like “push presents” for pregnant women, key parties for swingers, bird flu for alarmists, and global warming for jackasses.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with older ladies having sex with young dudes–but don’t for a minute mistake it for “empowerment.” The title “cougar” insinuates that these older ladies are predators hunting for young men–when in fact–there is no hunting at all. Men are easy–and they’ll gladly pretend it was your idea if it means they get to see you naked. That’s the basic crux behind feminism, after all.

But the bottom line is, once “cougarism” or any lifestyle behavior requires its own convention—you’re pretty damn sure it’s a sad way to think of yourself.

Which is why I’m no longer a trekkie.

And if you disagree with me, then you’re probably a racist.

Tonight we’ve got two Andrews:

Andrew W.K.

Andrew Breitbart

plus:

Congressman McCotter!

and the delightful Remi Spencer!

Plus: if my mom’s awake….my mom!