I’m going to start by giving a big shout out to my baby sister who while driving the two of us to the post office encountered a group of middle aged women standing obstructively in the middle of the street and shouted “This is the most Karen thing I have ever seen!”
The window was open.
And then I made eye contact with a woman I am trying to get a job from.
She was standing obnoxiously in the middle of our suburban street, but that Karen’s got power.
Big sarcastic thanks to the sis.
Middle aged women have been catching a lot of heat lately (maybe because they believe that cars are not a threat anymore) and I’m not saying I disagree with the complaints, but I am saying that there are a couple Karens who are keeping me together.
The insecurity I feel when a man who is about four seniority levels above me tells me what I am doing is wrong is profound. Even though I know the science, even though I have read and memorized the policy, I am reduced to an expendable puddle of incompetence under the unfair scrutiny of the boss.
And then I see Karen, behind the reception desk rolling her eyes and shaking her head. I see her after the boss has left breaking the poorly reasoned policy he just randomly announced.
Then I hear another Karen telling me how she innocently asked a clarifying question in the presence of his superior to get a policy overturned.
Still another warning me about his vigilant monitoring today.
And another muttering a sweet song which is subtly undermining but only if you notice her.
It is by the actions of the Karens, the unassuming middle aged women, who nurture the insecure new grad through rebellion and disobedience.
The ones who turned insecure into cheerfully obstinate.
I am grateful for the Karens.