Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the TMP tag, link back to me (or not), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen. I have feelings!
Today’s peeve is topical, though they don’t have to be: I am sick of hearing about “Karens.” Yes, I get that some women are jerks, whoopdedoo. And for whatever reason, they’re called “Karen” instead of “Linda” or “Susan” or whatever other auntie type name. But you know what, a lot of men are jerks too ~ what do we call them? Nothing. They just get to do what they do, while everyone goes on and on AND ON about women who complain when they feel they’ve had crappy service or when someone is violating a rule. Yes, that’s simply the worst possible thing, especially if you have a “mom” haircut, god forbid.
What do men (who are jerks) do when they’re angry? Yell, stomp, grab a weapon, etc. That’s so much better than demanding to speak to a manager, isn’t it? I went along with the Karen thing for a while, but I’m now viewing it as sexist. Whiny Karens are NOT to blame for the problems in our society. In fact, complaining to a higher-up is the EXACT thing people should do (and why the option even exists) instead of screaming and threatening violence a la a man.
I’ve asked for the manager at times when it was clear the person I was speaking with couldn’t help me or didn’t understand me. I just did this a few weeks ago with an insurance company (asked for the supervisor). And guess what? The supervisor was able to resolve the problem and all was well. Guess I’m a Karen now!
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