Is there any possible future for my womanhood that doesn't come with a god awful nickname. If I prey on men at 40 I'll be a cougar or Puma, roar!!! If I party at thirty, according to the Herald Sun I will now be deemed a Twit, or a teenage women in my thirties. Interestingly enough a man that dates, parties, and doesn't feel like playing daddy yet, is just a man. Oh there's so much for a girl to look forward to.