Every once in a while a male friend in his 60s tells me that try as he might, he just cannot get turned on by women his own age and naturally I channel Cher in “Moonstruck” and let him have it: Snap out of it, I say! Look in the mirror! We all age! What’s more important to you, a woman 30 years younger whom you can show off on the beach or someone who doesn’t draw a blank when you talk about Bullwinkle and Boris Badenov? Not that I have that many conversations in which I need to reference Bullwinkle and Boris Badenov, but when I do I don’t want to have to get bogged down in the whole back story. This is why I know this whole cougar thing is a myth. I do not know any women in their 60s who want a 30-year-old boyfriend because what would they talk about?