OK, this won’t do any good and I’ll catch hell for it and nothing will change... but I’ll say it anyway.

I have friends who are women of a particular group who are pretending they’re not hurting right now.

Three are teachers (one dedicated to special needs kids). (1/ a few)

One’s an environmental lobbyist in Washington who also teaches at a college. Another is an actress who volunteers at a great city-based theater project.

Others are just women trying to have lives and careers.

And that’s HARD for them right now. Why? They have 1 huge handicap.

The problem?

They were born in the late 60s or 70s or early 80s.

And their moms named them “Karen.”

I know. This is petty. And the “Karen” meme is unstoppable and hilarious.

But people like my son’s friends don’t really get it. He’s 12. They think is that anyone named Karen is automatically laughable and lame.

I’m guilty of making this happen, btw. I’ve contributed to this.

Talking to a woman named Karen this week, I realized that I’m the bully here. The joke is doing real-world harm, but it’s so perfect and so funny and so Now, that I didn’t consider stopping.

That’s the definition of bullying. So someone blameless gets hurt. Who cares? It’s FUNNY

Is getting the point out there about the toxicity of certain privileged white women important? YES!

But harm is being done. Teenagers don’t understand the hilarious nuances of our hilarious witticisms. They know that if you’re named Karen, you’re “a Karen.”

Cruelty follows.

K. As I said, I don’t expect this to make a difference. But for several actual Karens I know, I gotta say: We are doing a shitty thing, a bullying thing, because it’s funny and incisive and we don’t give a fuck who it hurts.

Ultimately, they were all just Karens anyway, right?