We all know how modern cougars came to be: Some irresponsible handler gave Demi Moore three grains of quinoa after midnight, and pop, pop, pop, a race of cougars was born. Soon they were scratching, and crying, and braying about non-existent underarm fat on our television screens—marking every concievable pop cultural area with their desperation. And now even Demi Moore has agreed that the whole cougar thing is just too much.
From People:
And about her “cougar” title, Moore prefers “puma.” “I’m certainly not the first person to be in a relationship with a younger man, but somehow I was plucked out as a bit of a poster girl,” says Moore, who first met Kutcher six and a half years ago. “I don’t know why that is. But I just kind of step back sometimes and say, ‘There is some reason, and what is it that I have to share in a positive way?”
It does seem strange that Queen Cougar, Demi Moore would want to distance herself from the phenomenon she (sort of ) spawned. After all, if Demi Moore wasn't the poster girl for cougars, what would she be the poster girl for? Having a husband who won't shut up about Twitter?
Oh well, distance is what she wants and a name change is how she'll get it! Sure, that solves it, Demi. "I'm not a couger—eww. That's so derogatory. No, I'm a puma. It's a different word for the exact same thing." You can already feel the waves of positivity just radiating from that word. Demi Moore should solve all the world's major problems with her expert semantics therapy. Cougar? No: Puma. War? What about "Disagreement" instead? Swine Flu? Let's just call it "Naptime." AIDS? Hmm, what if we just called it, "Helps"?
Still, this explains why Demi Moore wasn't at this weekend's Miss Cougar California Convention. That, and the fact that if Demi Moore set foot inside that convention center, she would instantly be reduced to a pile of shredded clothing, Juvaderm, and jet black hair extensions by the razor sharp claws of her fellow cougar/pumas. These women do not like competition:
From ABC News: