From cougar to cub love
Who’s desperate now? Ivanka with that Rubi-coni dude was all sorts of depressing, especially when she called him “the Rolls Royce of men.” I think it was a Pavlovian response to the grease in his hair.
Demi with Ashton — interesting, until he Twittered her ass while she was steaming his suit for her ex-husband’s wedding. Now you wonder whether she’ll French him or burp him.
They may have been hiding in ballroom dancing rooms, but now there are all sorts of cougars out there. Forget the Tammy Faye Baker look-alike and think more of Lipstick Jungle (such a great show to watch when you’re dying of the flu, FYI) femme fatales.
The golden cougars I admire are those who are elegant and wear the right stuff. Resort Chanel, tailored denim with silk button-down shirts, a nice mix of pearls and bijoux pieces, never an “it” bag in sight. Seriously, they have game. Oh, and they do wear fruity scents too! Cubs love fruity scents (all-out florals are just too mommy, save that for your alcoholic children who are begging for their trusts and unaware that banks all over the world have been dissolving). Hermés’ Un Jardin sur le Nil and Chanel Cristal are insta-cougar hits. I implore you to see this delightful movie called Priceless (Hors de Prix) starring Audrey Tautou. Although she was charming and I was quite pleased to see some of my Chanel bags on Audrey’s gold-digging shoulders in the movie, the one who really stole the show was the cougar played to perfection by Marie Christine Adam. She had this pink luggage wardrobe that had me lusting for Longchamp. I snatched up a few after emerging from the cinema after watching the movie twice in one sitting.
Cougar cubs are those highly successful women in their 30s and upwards who are hot and can’t be bothered being trophy wives. Think Halle Berry… she epitomizes the empowered woman and all the while she does not paint her cub love into a verdant portrait of sex and salacious intentions. Instead they just look hot doing everyday things like grocery shopping. 
Contrary to the stereotype, cougars are not packaged to be little hot tamales. They wear everyday basics like tanks, cardigans and jeans with such finesse it makes couture seem overreaching. Isn’t that what cub love basically is? Going back to basics.
Cubs are uncomplicated. The situation may call for some readjustment but in terms of having a pure and crystallized relationship, cub love may be the cure in this jaded world. They see thing for the first time through the Coug’s knowing eyes, and likewise the coug’s see things for the first time through the cub’s willing eyes. Of all the movies on May-December romances, the movie Prime really captured the dynamics and modern-day histrionics of being in such a love affair. This is not just for show, kids. It’s real and its pros and cons are significant and life-changing.
Cub love can be satirized to the point of farce. In reality, my cub love can simply bring you back to life. My friends who have emerged from divorces or life threatening illnesses feel rejuvenated in the company of an uncomplicated man. He reminds you that not everything is a discussion, as Nietzsche would say (throwback from dating neurotic oldies). You watch rom-coms and don’t brood over “the future.” He teaches you the cool songs, thus making you accept that Chicane is no longer the bellwether of hipness. He knows how to be happy. He’s not in a hurry to grow up and reminds you that you shouldn’t make that Amazing Race to your grave just yet. And when you start brooding he tickles you.
I think we forget that, once in a while, all we need is a tickle.
