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As fate would have it, my Episcopal Monday school was having a Christmas party. I invited Emily as my guest. Emily giggled all throughout our first friend date. One day, after it was all over, Karen, defiant and teary, confronted me in the hallway.

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Emilys are drawn to Sarahs because they crave excitement, they are also drawn to Karens for the same reason everyone is: Karens dispense shame, but also power. I Des moines fucking ladies sex have liked to tell you that First Emily and I stayed best friends forever. But then she chose to go Girls looking for a older man a college that might as well have called itself Karen College.

Emily stopped returning my calls and disappeared into a sea of Karens. I was devastated, but perhaps this was the only condition under which I would find my first Alexandra. My own college was teeming with Karens but not overrun with. There were Sarahs everywhere, and Emilys too, but what I really wanted was a best friend of an entirely new species.

I saw them all around me, walking like prize horses, never looking to the. Only forward, went the Alexandras!

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The Rich Karens of college amazed me by being pretty much exactly like the not-so-rich Karens of high school.

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I opened the door. Alexandras would plow through them like Karens were a window in a Long Island hair salon and they were deer. As we grew close, I discovered that she was an Emily in disguise. We were inseparable for years.

Now, we do not speak.

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I was mad at her for being able to inhabit the Karen world. She could deal with it, and I, who could neither stop hating it nor ignore it, was jealous of. And she was just mad at me for the way I am.

Sarahs are entertaining but we are also unbelievable jerks. After college, I moved to Manhattan. After about a week of seeing lots of other women from around the world, particularly more women who were not white women, I realized that essentially all the women I had so carefully divided were almost identical.

Sure, the Karens wore black overcoats and Emilys wore bright ones and the Sarahs wore shearling denim and Stripping and drinking lesbian encounters w Alexandras were all drowning in scarves.

But these were just costumes. But still, we are not Karens, the Karens that have now proudly taken their place in the center of the world stage, the policewomen of all human behavior. All non-Karens of all ages should be on the lookout for Karens — mocking you when you ask for a raise, cutting your best jokes, shaming you for losing your lanyard — and their assaults on our happiness, Any hottie Queensport, Nova Scotia for hot action and freedom.

Because I know that Karens are going to Karen. They are unstoppable. All they see are open doors. We should blame the Karens, but maybe we should blame the doors too?

Incidentally, all Karens love The Doors, because they were a little rebellious, but not to the extent that they failed to achieve mainstream success. Sarah Miller is a writer who lives in Nevada City, California.

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