I must read Hags. I will be looking at it from an entirely different perspective of someone in their 80th year to whom a 50-year-old is still just a youngster and as someone who manned the barricades for equal pay, equal rights etc. in the 60s and 70s. All I know for sure is that I won't get angry - I will shrug and laugh because there is nothing new under the sun.
If you think it's annoying being identified as a Karen, wait a few more years and see what happens when you go to update your laptop and, as happened to me recently, the sales person,all of 20, speaks to you slowly and loudly as if you are deaf and just made your escape from the nearest care home. I let him pontificate for 10 minutes, then launched into a highly technical explanation of why his explanation of this particular laptop's merits was bollox and why treating this old crone as if she should be dribbling in a corner was not the way to make a sale. All the while smiling sweetly (of course) as I was just a dear little old know-nothing lady.
Not sure which is funnier - being hated as a Karen, or patronised as a walking corpse.