Tonight's Poet Corner: The Antithesis Of Karen
The Antithesis Of Karen by Belinda Roddie She's polite to all the waiters, and the cashiers and managers. She's got the undercut instead of the jaw-length A-line bob: no bad, chunky highlights. She foregoes pyramid schemes for a nine to five, drinks beer instead of sparkling wine, and insists on vaccinating every single one of her future children on time. I read a post somewhere that claimed that calling a middle-aged white woman "Karen" was equivalent to a racial slur, and I wish I could remind that that if you can't say anything past the letter n for the word we're all thinking about, but you can name a "I want to speak to your manager" bitch fretting over the price of brussel sprouts in a grocery store Karen, I have a pretty safe idea of what the actual slur is. So does she, and when we're alone, she paints rainbows up and down her arm because of course, everyone I dote on has to be so fucking gay that they barely fu