Everyone laughs at “Karen.” But swap in your own name — still funny?
Everyone laughs at “Karen.” But swap in your own name — still funny? Of course not. That fear alone proves how cruel it is… so why do we keep pretending it’s just a joke? So why is it different when it’s Karen? As we have said before, using “Karen” has become an ugly game of better her than me. Other women laugh along, relieved their own name wasn’t chosen, while secretly hoping it never will be. That silence — that complicity — is exactly what keeps the insult alive. And yet, here’s the truth: the “Karen” joke is tired. It’s immature. It’s childish. The “speak to the manager” line was never witty — it’s the kind of lazy bullying you’d expect from a schoolyard, not from grown adults. The fact that society keeps recycling it isn’t a sign of cleverness. It’s proof of how quick we are to ridicule others instead of looking in the mirror. What’s worse is how “Karen” has become the go-to insult for anything negative — from racism, to entitlement, to a rude passenger on a plane, to a difficul...