Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Bad Morning or a Karen?

 I have been taking the dog out for a walk every day, weather permitting. On the plus side, our walks seem to be helping my health immensely. During the times we walk, normally there are very few people we

"Un Karen" Photo
Courtesy Jessie Hart

encounter. I have to be careful to clean up after the dog because every morning he has to take a constitutional in someone's yard. I always I careful to bring a bag along to clean up so I don't aggravate any neighbors. 

This morning I encountered a middle aged woman who lives a couple houses down the street from Liz and I. She was talking to another neighbor as the dog and I approached and by the time we reached them, they moved apart and the woman in question approached us on the sidewalk. 

I always make it a point to try to be the first to speak to a neighbor and I did this morning to her. When I did, she looked right through me and said nothing. 

Of course I immediately thought of two things. Maybe she is a "Karen" who resents anything different existing in  "her" neighborhood. If I am nothing else, I am different. If she knows I am transgender, maybe she will have to try to explain it to the two daughters she has. Along the way recently the girl has stopped Liz and I to pet our dog. 

Yet another factor I always have to consider when or if we encounter a bigoted "Karen" is Liz and I have never been shy about holding hands in public. Maybe "Karen" doesn't like lesbians holding hands in public either. 

Who knows? Maybe I am just over reacting and she was just having a bad day. When I always run into situations such as this, one of the things I have to tell myself is it is not all about me. Maybe some other dog poohed  in her yard or world. Maybe she is concerned also that a family of color has moved into her comfortable white privileged world. 

One of these mornings I am just going to ask her. Until that time, I will make sure I am the first to speak. 

1 comment:

  1. We can never really know what's in the mind of a person with whom we have a casual encounter. I don't always speak first, as I'm still not confident that my voice is feminine enough, but I do smile - no matter what sort of expression the person may have on their face (thank goodness for the lifting of mask mandates). Most often, I get a smile back, but there have been a few times when a person has just continued to stare. In that case, I will often change from my smile to affect the same face they are making at me - and then return to a quick smile before turning away altogether if I don't then get a smile in return. I might also wish them a nice day at that point, since my voice wouldn't make any difference to whatever they might be thinking or feeling.

    My mission is to either leave them smiling or wondering, and then I try to forget about it. I don't need to allow such a person to occupy any space in my mind, except what may come from the satisfaction that I might be lingering in theirs. After all, that person is but one of almost 8 billion in this world. I've got a whole lot more of smiles to dish out! :-)