Karen. I was named when it was one of the most popular names for girls. In every classroom there were at least two of us. Always spelled the OG way, with a “K” and an “E”.

When I was in primary school, I had a bookmark which showcased my name and its origin. It was white, with a pink tassel, and embroidered with the following:

Pure. Karen is a female name of Danish or Greek origin. A form of Katherine.

When you google it now, the internet says: the original meaning of Karen means “pure,” which points to the wonderful innocence of childhood and the loving, pure nature baby embodies.

Unfortunately, since 2016, Karen has come to embody a racist, middle-aged white woman with an obnoxious haircut, who wants to speak to the manager. The Karen meme was a little funny, until it wasn’t. It’s ridiculous that it’s become a verb. Being a Karen is frowned upon.

Oh well, I suppose there are worse things in life.

Nevertheless, I am an annoyed Karen over the whole thing.