Episode #158: Am I A Karen Or A Kevin?

Have you ever experienced the problem of being so passionate about a topic that you sometimes turn into a raving Karen/Kevin that straddles that fine line of lunacy? Sadly, this has been my misfortune  with a particular topic that triggers me.

The topic in question is rock music, with specific concentration of dinosaur bands, i.e. those who have been around for 20+ years and are still performing.

Anyways, prior to writing this blog post that you're currently reading, I wrote two nearly completed blog posts that I ultimately nuked because I was ultimately coming of like a bonafide  Karen/Kevin while writing it. Yes, two blog posts that started with a promising premise, premise (old age in rock music) that quickly devolved into a Karen-esque style rant about the state of rock music.

Coupled with the fact that I would've had to become what I loathe in a blog post (excessive wording that would spider out but never gt back under control) in order to recover the plot line, I decided to nuke those blog posts. Twice.

So here we are, back to the drawing board, trying to decide on what I should write for a blog post. I mean, I COULD give everyone a writing update and say, "Oh, by the time I finish transcribing the second to last chapter of part 2 of my trilogy, I'll have over 195k words written and miiiiiiiight possibly hit 200k when all is said and done."

Then I could say, "I need to write a short plot line summary for all 47 chapters, so that when I come back to it in the late spring of 2023, I can instantly know what's going on."

And I can say that obnoxiously to everyone, because I'm a male Karen and you need to listen to me, or I'll call for a manager. M-A-N-A-G-E-R (and not spelled 'maniger', like some potentially new hire on their job app).

However, let me leave you with a fine example of Kareness that I'd witnessed locally on SlapMyFaceWtihALargeBook the other day.

We have a local bow-wow/moo-moo place called Doogie's (you can find them on the aforementioned socialized media platform). Makes great food and was featured on Man v Food for their hot dog challenge (2 two foot dogs loaded, two large fries, two large sodas and a 20 minute time limit). This past weekend, we got spanked with temps between the age of my young grandson and my shoe size, so as a good, well respected employer who cares about their employees, announced that they were closing early for the day.

Cue the male Karen who complained about the restaurant being closed early. Long story cut very short, he was run up that mighty flagpole with only his own petard, or wedgie, keeping him in place.

In a nutshell, the restaurant originally was a seasonal business, thus no real insulation in the kitchen to speak of. Also, quite a few employees had to perform foot patrol to the buses due to lack of a motorized four wheeler.

So even though that commenter eventually gave a passive-aggressive apology, he continued to be roasted on a spit. Sad to say, I've seen this kind of idiocy played out on this same page this past summer (ya know, if you got temps 95+ chances are that your kitchen is your oven). Suffice to say, there are people in this world who do appreciate a sensible employer.

In conclusion, don't be a Karen, a Kevin or a Chad. Because no-one is going to put up with your man-child/woman-child antics, unless you're on a college campus. 

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