The 'Karen' Syndrome

This raging meme is everywhere these days. When the outraged suburban Mom had a meltdown because she had to wear a mask was the first time I noticed this.

Besides being more annoying than the saying "OK Boomer" this one has real meaning we can all get worked up about, depending on which side of the sanity fence one sits on.

Some Internet sage has offered this definition:


I read this on insider.com:

No doubt there are some excellent examples out there and I'd like to see this as a gallery of the 'Karens.'

 

There are Kens. But they are predominately white and middle aged... show me a different example of this racist attitude!

Here is a good one I found this morning...

CLICK TO WATCH: L.A. woman throws tantrum because Black deliveryman was entering her building to drop off food

The full transcript:

"On Thursday, a viral video circulated of a Los Angeles woman losing her temper because a Black "Postmates" deliveryman was trying to bring food to another tenant in her building.

“So you’re not going to let me in to deliver this food?” asked the deliveryman. “I have the number.” He moved to enter it on the keypad.

“Don’t point that sh*t at me!” she snapped, referring to the phone he was using to record. “Don’t deliver anything here, we don’t want you here. I don’t want you here. I don’t want you here at all.”

“There’s a woman at the door,” the deliveryman told the tenant through the intercom.

“Excuse me, can you back away from me now?” said the deliveryman.

“Who’s speaking?” the woman continued. “I live in this building. Who is this?” She appeared skeptical that the tenant lived in the building, even though they were speaking through the building’s intercom. “I’m not letting this man in, can I bring your food to you?”

“Who are you, who is this?” asked the tenant, confused.

“I live here, asshole! And I pay rent here,” the woman snapped.

“I do too, so what are you asking?” said the tenant.

“I’m asking you to get out of my building because you don’t live here,” said the woman, rounding on the deliveryman.

“I’m a Black man, I’m trying to deliver—”

“I don’t care if he’s a purple man! He doesn’t live here,” said the woman. “I don’t know him and I don’t want people buzzing him into my building … he’s not a delivery boy, he has no car, no bike, nothing.”

“That car that I pulled up in? That’s my white car,” he said, pointing to it."