What is a cougar? Is it just a hot older woman or is it based upon age?
For example, would one consider a woman a cougar if the male is 18 and the woman is 24? (the 18 year old male would call this 24 year old woman a cougar?)
or
does a cougar have to be a certain age beyond ##?
or
does it require a woman who had been married at some point?
Mark,
Well the two comparisons are somewhat the same. On the one hand you have “Is it just a hot older woman”. And on the other hand you have “Or is it based upon age?”
The criteria is “older” in this case. However there is a certain limit, which is where it is “based upon age”. And to make matters more complicated, its an ever evolving benchmark. One which is unique to each person.
Why do nice guys finish last and why do girls like to date *ssh*l*s? Why are hot girls super b*tch*s and the nice ones usually fat and/or ugly? (obviously this isn’t speaking about everyone, but generally speaking, I do see a pattern. Why? I ponder.)
Mark this is a phenomena many have noted over the age of men. Of course, I’m only speaking of the last 10 or so years. Which isn’t the full span of the “age of men” but I think you get my point.
There are really two types of “why is that hot girl dating [type of guy]?” questions. Continue Reading »
Okay, its not as dramatic as I make it out to be. However, school starts tomorrow. Which means I’ll be posting only one item per week (as apposed to the three I’ve been doing). I am also going to try and make each one I have count, because its the only time in the week I’ll get to be with you guys/girls. I’ll want to make it count.
Don’t worry! I have a plan in place to restore ponderplace.com to its glory (actually give it much more glory). I’m going to be involved with the writing type of folk while at school. My plan is to recruit a number of people to write for Ponderplace.com. This way we get something fresh every day.
Yeay!
*golf clap*
PS. Due to the server issues, I’m not sure everyone has seen my most recent writing. I’m pretty proud of it considering the circumstances it was created under (very late at night, last minute, turned out great I think). Be sure to read/listen, its called Homeless people have jobs too!.
Credits to the image goes to Daniel, it was found on this site.
Alright, so sometime early Wednesday morning (probably 4:00am is my unsubstantiated guess) the server hosting ponderplace.com went down. I didn’t find out about it until about 10:30am.
I tried the server and found it unresponsive. So I called my host and they confirmed it was down (thanks guys /sarcasm). They tried rebooting the server, which didn’t help, it was still dead. At this point they informed me they needed to escalated it to the advanced hosting support or something like that.
Meanwhile everything was dead.
A day passes and still nothing from my host, and suddenly I get the bright idea to redirect ponderplace.com to another hosting account I had available to me. Shame on me, because I actually should have thought of it the moment things went south. Anyway, after doing that visitors were greeted with the following message… Continue Reading »
Now featuring Listen-As-You-Read!
How many of you have been going about your daily routine, and happened to see that random homeless person going about their way?
I can tell you I have, and let me just say this, I’ve never thought too deeply about the life of a homeless person.
In the past I’ve seen the homeless in their natural habitat. Which would be not at home; or wait, by nature would their being out in the streets qualify as home? I mean, think about it, if a person is homeless, than technically nowhere is home for them; which means they are always home! Continue Reading »
So have you ever felt so alone that you feel like you are the only person in the world that knows how your feeling? Or you’re the only person you can really truly talk to because no one else cares…. or doesn’t get it?
I’m not talking about just no one to talk to about problems… I’m talking about there are people there; just no one gets it … really. They all say “oh I’m sorry” or “oh yeah I get it” when inside you’re like “LIAR you have no idea!!!”
I just feel lately I’m surrounded by people but I’m so alone. Which is a strange feeling because I thought being alone was always literally being alone … not being surrounded by people and having no where to turn.
I don’t know what it is about people, but they constantly keep outside my grasp of understanding. So yes, you could say I feel or have felt the way you describe yourself feeling.
You may be entering (or are in the middle of) an adjustment phase. A phase where you are leaving an old part of yourself; one which was fulfilled by the friends and social circumstances you currently have. And the new you, the fresh and untested you, requires a deeper connection with the world around you. Continue Reading »
What do you think of rich old men marrying such young girls because they have the money?
I say more power to them.
In general terms, those who attain great power or great wealth, do so at a cost. Among those costs is a disconnection from genuine social interactions; leading to loss of friends, family, and a skewed perspective of the world around them. Continue Reading »
This story is about Timmy, a nine year old, hopeful little boy. Just last Christmas, Timmy had asked for a pony. Much to his dismay, Christmas morning came and not a pony in sight.
The other gifts had softened the grief; but the pony remained in the back of his mind. The weeks following Christmas found Timmy in deep contemplation. He wondered what he had done to lose the right to a pony. Timmy decided that he must be very careful, and resolved that each day throughout the following year would be spent doing good in the eyes of Santa. Continue Reading »
Its now Christmas Eve, and as you may know, it is Monday. I’ll be delaying the regularly scheduled Monday (and Wednesday) post for my Christmas Themed Meanderment which will be posted Christmas day (which is tomorrow, otherwise known as the 25th).
Remember, Santa is still watching you, so be good. Also be sure to leave out cookies and milk (but not chocolate chip cookies, despite popular belief Santa hates chocolate chip cookies).