My mom’s name is Karen. She is not even remotely “a Karen,” but she’s good-natured about it and has been known to occasionally joke about it and even use the term to refer to others who are displaying that sort of behavior.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"