If there’s one thing to know about me, it’s that I’m not a Karen. I’m a dad on a bicycle. As a dad on a bicycle, I play by the rules. I like to make sure that everyone is safe, that no one is out of line, and the second I see something I don’t like, I call it out. But NOT in the way that a Karen would. I would never call the cops on someone for living their lives. Instead, I would simply yell at them until they stop doing whatever it is I disapprove of.
I’m not a Karen. I’ve never once looked down on someone for the decisions they make. In fact, yesterday, I saw someone biking in jeans and I kept my mouth completely shut!
I don’t think people who break the rules are bad, I just think people who follow the rules are good. Whenever I pass someone in the bike lane, I make sure to say “on your left.” When people don’t do the same thing for me, I get frustrated. But I do not act on that frustration. Instead, I bottle it up until it boils over at a later point, usually when someone spills something in my house. This is a key difference between me and a Karen: they act in public and I only express emotions behind closed doors.
Some people think that I’m uptight or looking for a way to exert my dominance over others. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t care what other people do as long as it’s considerate, respectful, and happening far away from me, my family, and anyone else in my neighborhood. Does that sound like a Karen to you?
So from here on out, please stop comparing dads on bikes to Karens because the truth is, we couldn’t be more different. And if this keeps up, I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hand and speak to someone with more authority in this city. Perhaps there’s a manager I can call.