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AI Overview: Dealing with a Karen requires establishing clear boundaries and calmly navigating the situation. Keep your responses factual and neutral, avoid escalating the conflict, and prioritize your own safety and well-being. If possible, de-escalate the situation by removing the “audience” (e.g., asking them to speak privately).
| Index of Karens: | Index of Karen: |
| Crazy Karens Going WILD Most Epic Karen Freakouts | WATCH Karen make sure all the marigolds get enough water |
| 1 Hour of World’s *WORST* Karen Freakouts! | Crazy Karen freaks out over decrease in June bug population |
| 200 of World’s Worst Karens That Went TOO FAR! | 200 mornings in a row: Karen eats Cheerios again for breakfast |
| When Karens Mess With The Wrong People… #1 | Annoyed Karen yells at mosquito |
| Karen Behaving Badly at Customer Service | Seconds add up while insane Karen counts out change *even PENNIES* |
| Entitled Karen Makes Things 100x Times Worse | Karen picks unwanted onions out of salad, ADDS THEM to husband’s plate |
| Karens Who Went TOO Crazy | Karen observes unrecyclable items in bin and TAKES THEM OUT! |
| CRAZY NEIGHBOR KAREN! | 2-for-1 drama: Karen holds up line at CVS over sunscreen purchase |
| Karen quickly finds out! Part 1 | So late texting back! Karen leaves her phone at home |
| WATCH: Workplace Karen BLOCKS Coworker From Leaving | ZOOM Karen MUTES SELF instead of unmuting |
| Karen yells at me for walking near her… | Traffic Karen waits too long at greenlight, driver behind has to beep |
| Angry Karen Brake Checks The Wrong Person… (INSTANT KARMA) | Exclusive: Karen pays for gas, forgets to pump it, drives away, then decides it’s too EMBARRASSING to return to gas station and explain |
| WATCH: Armed MAGA Karen Yells ‘Show Me Your Papers’ At Neighbor | Clueless Karen applies for passport, uses BLUE INK |
| Angry Karen YELLS At Kid.. *TOO FAR* | Karen drops sock outside laundromat: PEW!! |
Source note: Items in left column are google-able, if you so desire. Items in right column you had to be there for.
“People with AIDS,” a woman with a megaphone would yell, “under attack! What do we do?”
And together they yelled, “ACT UP! Fight back!”
Yale watched for people he knew, but he’d have to be patient; there were thousands of protestors, and in fact it was nice that these faces didn’t all have the look of someone he’d seen around Boystown for years but just couldn’t place. It was good to be part of a horde, a wave of humans.
A chant would die out and then stop, as if it had been cut off by an invisible conductor, and then a new one would travel toward them up the street, fuzzy at first, and then he’d hear it clearly once through before joining in. As they passed the Tribune Tower, with dazed tourists looking on: Health! Care! Is a right! Health care is a right! Outside the Blue Cross building, right on the Magnificent Mile: We’re here! We’re queer! We’re not going shopping! Walking down State, the crowd tighter now, louder: Hey, Hey, AMA! How many people died today?
Rebecca Makkai, in her 2018 novel The Great Believers, plants her main protagonist Yale Tishman, so young, so conflicted, so eager for a love he can rely on, in the middle of the National AIDS Action for Healthcare March, held in Chicago in April 1990. Maybe it’s not a spoiler to say that Yale goes through a lot in this book. I won’t say more, because you are going to need to read it, especially if you weren’t alive back then. And when you finish her book, you can go online and find this coverage of the march, which will break your heart all over again if you were alive back then. And make you braver.

Where do you live the southern frog?
I believe that I now understood in some small measure why the Buddhist goes on pilgrimage to a mountain. The journey is itself part of the technique by which the god is sought. It is a journey into Being; for as I penetrate more deeply into the mountain’s life, I penetrate also into my own. For an hour I am beyond desire. It is not ecstasy, that leap out of the self that makes man like a god. I am not out of myself, but in myself. I am. To know Being, this is the final grace accorded from the mountain.
— Nan Shepard, The Living Mountain, 108, last paragraph
We see clouds so often, and in such abundance, that it’s easy to forget what marvels they are. A cloud is ethereal, yet astonishingly heavy: a levitating lake, typically weighing more than several blue whales.
— Ferris Jabr, Becoming Earth: How Our Planet Came to Life, 168


Shells of anomiidae, also called mermaid’s toenails, jingle shells, saddle oysters. Lovely, paper-thin, luminescent treasures, they washed up in great quantities on the beach at the end of Annawamscutt Road. I went and collected hundreds of them whenever the tide was out, poured them into jelly jars, and gave them to friends who lived far from the ocean. I was always curious about why they all looked so different, and then I found out their shapes are determined by the shape of the object they grow on. They are the negative cast of whatever is on the seafloor, a random collection of what happens to be down there — rocks, other shells, sunken timbers, old moorings. Thus the alpha privative, the starting “a-” to indicate negation, or absence, of “nomos,” law. There is no law to this order of creature. It forms itself to the world, wrapped around its surround. Cut it loose from that context, and you have anomie, as Emile Durkheim once taught us, so very long ago.
Hail
Houses sliding into rivers
Lightning strikes
Muddy floods
Sandstorms
Tornadoes
Calving glaciers
Avalanches
Cats in trees
Wet birds
Tsunamis
Falling rocks
Volcanos
Collapsing towers
Sunspots
Drowning dogs
Trapped goats
Pigs in bulldozer buckets
Wildfires
Horses in gullies
Turtles on their backs
A bacillus lives in a world, or on the borders of a world, far other than our own, and preconceptions drawn from our experience are not valid there.
–D’Arcy Thompson, On Growth and Form, 44