by shawnajarrett

QUIZ

At the time someone called you “Karen”:

Were you alleging to be colorblind, or that you “don’t see color”, or asserting that you do not care if a person is “black, white, or purple”, or that you treat “everyone just the same”?
No.
Great! Because that is some caucastic fuckery, and total Karen Shit.
Um, yes. I’m not some RACIST.
Pretending race and racism doesn’t exist – or that if they do, you’re too pure to notice – does nothing to help people affected by racism, Karen.
Were you sharing Martin Luther King Jr. memes/quotes about unity while tut-tutting about protesters?
No.
Great! Keep on not doin’ that shit.
I just think they should at least TRY NON-violent protests first.
You aren’t in charge of others’ anger or their decorum, Karen. Also read Letter From a Birmingham Jail ASAP.
Were you sharing an anecdote about a time “reverse racism” negatively affected your life?
No.
Awesome, because that is not a real thing!
Yes, people act like it only goes one way.
That is because it only goes one way. Your anecdote was about an individual’s actions toward you. That’s not the same thing, Karen.
Were you complaining about a service industry employee and/or your “customer service experience”? Were you speaking to the manager?
No.
Awesome! (Remember to tip in cash if you possibly can.)
Yes, I was a PAYING customer.
That is what a customer is, Karen. Otherwise you’d just be a loiterer. Everyone’s paying.

I answered no to all of the above, but someone STILL called me Karen! 

Choose Your Own Adventure:
Let it go.
RIGHT? Screw it, let that shit go. It’s not like the person who called you that represents an entire system of power built on screwing, negating, and exploiting you, and you know perfectly well that isn’t the case for everyone. Float on.
Die mad about it.
You are a Karen for some reason not explored above. We’d be over calling you Karen if it didn’t make you pee your skort like this. Usually this kind of thing runs its course, but we’d still be saying “on fleek” if it made Fleek throw public tanrums. Get your shit together, baby.