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The Mt. Rushmore of Karens
Today’s feigning femmes got nothing on these historical ho’s.
A talented and funny friend asked me to be on his podcast; I said yes immediately. What could be better than me talking about me? But then he said, “We’d love for you to come on and talk about Karens. You’re perfect for this topic!”
*Insert a tantrum only a true Karen could throw here.*
Sure, I am an adult white woman who has a face that looks best suited for logging complaints. How is that my fault? Just because my mother was absolutely a Karen, and all the women in her family were Karens on steroids, and just because I think DIRECTV customer service representatives should be thrown off the tallest building, does NOT make me a Karen. The most surprising thing about my connection to the “Karen” moniker is that none of the aforementioned women in my family have starred in one of these viral videos yet. I imagine they’re saving all their Karen firepower for a holiday meal where they will ask me what it’s like to live in Cuck-afornia and how nice it must be nice to be able to afford that fancy purse instead of having children.
At any rate, digging deeper into the world of white women setting all women back decades (and sometimes centuries), I was surprised (not surprised) to learn just how many Karens I could find in history. Sure, men are a scourge in ways women…