A “Karen” is a slang term for a middle-aged, often white, woman who displays entitled, demanding, and privileged behavior, typically by demanding to “speak to the manager” in service scenarios. The term, which often carries connotations of racism or weaponizing privilege, is used to criticize unreasonable, aggressive, or condescending actions towards others.
Last Friday’s Episode of Ruples (#13 of Season 18) was appropriately called, “Karens Gone Wild.” I use the word “appropriately” because they play crazy ass loud and entitled women (who seem more embolden in our country now than ever before). Sadly, one of my favorite remaining Queens, Jane Don’t was eliminated. Jane Don’t-Leave! I’d totes pay to see one of her shows, for sure. I love a well-rounded queen with a sense of humor- I’m sold. In addition, I do think the remaining queens are so talented and brave to even be there on full display for us(a) all to see; but I’m rooting for the Latina, Ms. Juicy.
They each played their version of what we see Karens do er’day; which is bitch about how they were wronged- when they in fact are the villains and bullies for every innocent person out there. (Especially if you are a person of color or queer. God forbid if you are both.)
It was cool to see Ms. Juicy find her voice in this episode. She finally coming through as her own damn self instead of trying to mirror the white women in the group. She let the Latina personality loose in her Loosey Juicy Karen-Moment (KM). I use the term Moment, because that’s all the oxygen real life Karen’s deserve. They aren’t worth your time, your talents, or your thoughts. I usually find myself ignoring them or telling on their behaviors via this blog. I have every right to do so, it’s my life and my truth. (And for now- We the People still possess Freedom of Speech). Sometimes you also have to stand up for yourself and Quaren the Karen.
Leading to my next part of this blog…. To the Karen Gone Crazy in real life, Rhonda Rae’s daughter- fuck you bitch. You are not the Beyonce you think you are. In fact, you’re not even a Kelly or a Michelle. Like, you’re not even the other girl from the original group that people don’t remember her name. But people still remember she existed… you are easily forgotten. Insignificant, merely a mention. You’d get a lot less mentions too if you stopped bullying me every day. Maybe you like the attention? Ewe.
You are an uneducated, unemployable undesirable cunt. I’d call you a handsome woman but that would imply there is something pleasant about your features, and there’s not. You will never be pretty… and probably safe to assume you never have known what that felt like. But what’s worse than your outside is your disgusting insides. It’s no wonder your own body is attacking itself; You can’t even stand yourself. I can’t stand you either. (Now I wouldn’t have ever said these things but you won’t leave me the fuck alone.)
You are just a basic ass EXTRA FAT Crazy Karen who thinks they are a detective because they paid $24.99 for a program available to anyone. A program that completes generic background checks on people if you have a couple pieces of information. LOL You’re pathetic. You are a liar. You are a disgusting human being, and I know you will burn in hell because you are pure fuckin evil and lie, lie, and lie.
You can’t say whatever lies you want about me. If it were truth – go ahead. There are consequences to lying about someone and trying to destroy all they’ve worked their whole lives for. I don’t give you that power-hoe. Just because you say it out loud, type on a letter, or bypass every platform I block you from to say it, it doesn’t make any of things you’re saying true. You’ve now tried to act like an attorney and send me a letter demanding I stop doing things that never happened. Pathetic. That’s my answer to the letter- you’re pathetic.
The lies are never going to stick. And fyi this place is really starting to feel like home. I’d even feel comfortable going around to every restaurant and bar Ronda and I frequented and ask for a statement from waiters about who paid for the meals at least half of the times. Truth finds a way of prevailing over your lies and always will. You can’t even tell the truth about a friendship that meant something to your own dad.
Here’s what’s strange to me—- I leave the friendship for 2 weeks and then he’s in the hospital fighting for his life. During those two weeks you and his “caretaker” are the people who were responsible for his care. You failed. You failed. You failed and as his power of attorney should be held accountable. I think it’s safe to assume your lack of care resulted in him getting hurt.
He wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for me. But I think that’s your angle…my hypothesis is you don’t want him to be. You talked to him every day, and didn’t even advise him to go to see a doctor? Why? I can only surmise that is because you were waiting for him to fall. Could you have been plotting to jump in as soon as you could because your greedy ass was worried someone else was going to get something from him? Here’s the thing… your dad never gave me anything alive and I certainly didn’t expect him to do anything in death.
And for the record he took more than he gave and so did you. You both took advantage of my vulnerabilities. Your paranoia or plain evil nature is what truly hurts your father. At the end of the day, you still have to look in the mirror and see a fat ugly uneducated woman who is as “vicious” as your dad said you were.
Today, at least for today, I’m regretting even making friends with Rhonda Rae. Its not just because of his daughter’s crazy corn behavior, but because he’s doing nothing to stop it. I literally showed up for this fucker for almost 4 years, and he stands by and lets this bitch try to take me down with lies. He may not know this is happening or even just be in denial, but it doesn’t make it any less true. That’s no friend. This is happening and it’s not stopping so I am trying to seek representation- if anyone has good attorney, please let me know. I’m ready.
Who would have thought at 48 years old (and looking 35) I’d have my heart broken by a obese 83-year-old white man with bad teeth, bed sores, and in terrible shape? Crazy- but its true.
That bitch of a daughter of his is diabolical and definitely not the Beyonce in my story. She doesn’t get to silence me. I can tell anyone I fucking want about what happens in my own life.
BTW, I’m so excited to make some “friends your own age”. Hey gays, if were going to spend the next 40 years in the same city together… it’s time for me to step out and get to know some of you. The couple I’ve met so far… enjoyable. I’d like to continue on with the rest of my life but this crazy Karen beeoch won’t let me leave the past.
HELP> if you know an attorney- please help.
Fuck Karens,
The Happy Homo (Regardless of her attempts)
PS This is the letter I received this week. This is going to be a chapter in a future book.
PSS A couple days later I got a call from APS with false allegations. Can you imagine if I didn’t write this blog and didn’t account for our entire friendship over the last 4 years. Gay gasp! I knew the blog would be good for my own purging, my own mental health, but I didn’t think that I’d have to use it in a court of law. But I’m ready to… anyone know of an attorney? I’m done with their bullying, their lies, and continued harassment. Goodness- it’s been over a month since I felt like Ron and I were close. I saw him int he hospital x1 and he called a couple times. He’s since been blocked. If he can’t make them stop attacking me with lies then I don’t ever want to speak to him again. Not worth it. The complete audio has the worker stating, “Don’t worry you won’t be hearing from me again.”
