My senior English teacher was an old spinster who, I thought, was a real horror. She was much more into correct form than content, and was seemingly unmerciful. I thought I'd made a C in her class my first 9-weeks but got an A-. Later, she told me she was harder on kids who had it. What it was, I had no idea, but she pushed me hard.

The Spinster Stakes isn’t a bunch of gray-haired old ladies pushing their walkers around the dayroom out at the home on Route 3.

Actually, the Spinster Stakes is a one and one-eighth mile Thoroughbred horse race for fillies and mares aged three or up run in early October at the Keeneland Racecourse in Lexington, Kentucky. The winner qualifies for the Breeder’s Cup Distaff.

50 minutes ago, Bill W said:

When I was growing up, any unmarried woman over 40 was called a spinster, and any unmarried man over 40 was called a 'confirmed bachelor'.  You'd be surprised at how many of them had roommates.   

I had an uncle (my father's younger brother) who was a bachelor. Lived with his mother until she died, and he had to find new quarters. Luckily for him, there was a nearby sporting goods store that had a "bachelor camp" beside it. These were (six or more?) one-man canvas tents on wooden platforms. For some reason my mother wouldn't allow me to get within ten feet of him, although my father let me tag along on infrequent visits. He never called me by my name. It was always "Boy".