"It's definitely a challenging conversation to have at first," she explained. "But then once they got to know him and saw who he is as a man and his character and how much he adores me, I think it became quite easy for them. And now we're all friends." She went on to note: "My husband has such respect for my parents and the way they raised me, and we have a lot of fun together when they come to visit."
Cougars. The term is finally taking on a whole new meaning. Traditionally, it's been used derogatorily to label older women who date younger men as predatory. But now, there's a reclamation happening, and you only need to look at TikTok to see it. There are currently over 113,000 videos under the hashtag #CougarTok , and more than twice that number under #cougar . The videos aren't just thirst traps or jokes; they're sparking conversations about age-gap relationships that feel fresh, confident and celebratory.
At my 26th birthday my childhood best friend Corinne apparently hit it off with my 56-year-old, widowed dad. They enjoyed one another's company, grabbed coffee a few days later, and one thing led to another. Now they've been dating for six months, and their relationship has become serious enough that they've told my brother and me about it. On the one hand, I'm very happy that my lonely father has found someone he might love.
my Dad's (58) new girlfriend (28) is only two years older than me (F26). I want him to be happy but I can't get over how creepy it is that she was in elementary school the same time I was, that she was still in diapers when he was changing mine. It's just weird. He has had other girlfriends since divorcing my mom, but they were all in their 40s and 50s and felt more age appropriate.
I started when I was 17, long before the term "sugar baby" or "rent boy" even existed. I was at university, and I had a scholarship for my education, but I had no housing or food. I was 3,000 miles away from my family in an unfamiliar city. I had no resources to lean on. I found myself really struggling.
We were actually evicted from our home due to noisy sex. We were getting complaints from the neighbours downstairs. At one point, the housing association office came to the door when we were having sex we call it our bang to rights moment. We try to be respectful and, obviously, we don't want to cause people alarm, but we're very noisy creatures. Now we've got the mattresses on the floor, so we've learned our lesson.