Blogs by Ella Fisher

Trolls – remember when they just lived under bridges or in some medieval tale? Me too. Oh, how I miss those simpler days. But nope, now they’re all over social media, lurking in comment sections, just waiting to take a shot at you from the comfort of their very own cave (which I assume has poor lighting, questionable hygiene, and stacks of unpaid internet bills).

So here’s a shout-out to my very own troll – the one who tried to take me down and label me as a “Karen.” Yes, you! Here’s to you, dear troll, for reminding me of the true meaning of creativity. Because nothing gets me going like a little internet negativity! Thanks to you, I’m now fueled with fresh material. So let’s dive in.

Setting the Scene: The Offending Comment

It all started with an innocent picture. Someone had posted a sweet photo of their son, only to have Captain Nonsense jump in and say, “That kid’s probably going to be gay someday.” Ah yes, because what’s a public post without a random prediction about someone’s future? 

Now, you can have whatever opinions you like, but there are certain things you just don’t say on social media, right? And sure, people may say, “Oh, this kind of stuff happens on the internet all the time.” Which is true! But if we all just ignore it, we’re pretty much giving trolls a free pass to keep trolling, and then they’ll think they’re influencers. (Picture that for a second – a troll as an “influencer.” Sponsored by who, exactly? Troll Spray?)

Anyway, back to the original comment. First, it wasn’t about the kid’s future identity. It was a Halloween post – full of costumes and candy corn, not career predictions or future romances. Second, my philosophy on social media is simple: if you wouldn’t say it to someone’s face, just don’t. We don’t need the digital peanut gallery weighing in with random thoughts like they’re auditioning for reality TV.

But me being me, of course, I stepped in. Because why not? The person who posted the picture didn’t really need my help, but you know what? It’s kind of a public service to swat down trolls. It’s a hobby. 

And Then Came the “Karen” Label

My favorite part? This is when our friend, the troll, decided to hit me with the almighty “Karen” insult. Now, let’s be real – there’s a time and place for the Karen meme, and if anyone knows how to use it right, it’s the internet. But when *I* get called a Karen, I just have to laugh. I mean, have we even met?

For those not up to speed on the latest internet terminology, here’s a quick refresher:

What’s a Karen?

*From the Internet Oracle, aka Wikipedia:*

Karen is a term for a woman who acts overly entitled or demanding, especially one who loves to meddle and call managers about non-issues. Karens are often accused of picking fights over trivial matters and summoning authority figures at the drop of a hat. They’re usually known for having an “allergy to gluten but only when it’s trendy,” using Facebook as their main source of “news,” and, of course, sporting that iconic short bob with frosty blonde highlights – aka the “Can-I-Speak-to-Your-Manager” cut.

So you’re telling me, random internet troll who’s probably never even been to the States, that I’m a Karen? I mean, I can’t think of anything *less* Karen-like than defending a sweet photo of a kid on Halloween. If you’d like me to channel my inner Karen, you’ll have to do better than that.

But I digress. If you really want to talk about Karens, we could go all day. Maybe I should give the troll a few pointers on what *actually* makes a Karen. 

1. **Do I demand to see the manager?** No. I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee without incident, thanks.

2. **Strict dietary restrictions only when convenient?** Nope, I’m out here eating regular, gluten-full toast and enjoying it.

3. **Short bob with frosty highlights?** You caught me. Just kidding – my hair is exactly the opposite.

Dear Troll: Some Tips for Next Time

Now, let’s be clear – I’m all for constructive criticism. Maybe you don’t like my posts? Fine. Maybe my love for pets, Halloween decorations, or kids in costumes doesn’t resonate with you? I get it. But calling me a Karen? Let’s up the game. At least hit me with something creative! Maybe I’m more of a, I don’t know, “Margaret” or “Nancy”? Or if you want to be seasonal, perhaps “Scary Mary”? Go big or go home, Troll.

And that’s the thing, really. This troll clearly missed the memo that insulting people *well* takes effort. Attacking someone randomly on social media isn’t exactly a power move. It’s more like a cry for a hobby – and maybe a new haircut. 

Moral of the Story: Stand Up, Speak Up, and Have a Laugh

So here’s my message to all my followers: Don’t let anyone make you feel small, whether it’s on social media or in real life. If someone comes at you with nonsense, feel free to clap back – or laugh it off, because, hey, sometimes it’s just too funny to ignore. Stand up for others when you can. 

And finally, no, I don’t have a short, highlighted bob, and no, I’m not out here demanding to see anyone’s manager. But Troll, if you’re reading this, maybe that’s a hairstyle you should consider. Just saying.

And for the person who posted that original photo? I hope you and your son had a fantastic Halloween, because that’s what the post was actually about in the first place.