Can It, Karen

As usual, Karen spent her lunch hour bragging about her domestic skills. We get it, Karen – you’re state manager for childrens wear, you have four perfect kids, and you’ve got time to breeze off grilled lobster tails with soft herbs and finger lime pearls for a Tuesday night dinner. We get it. 

Maybe she doesn’t mean to go on about it. It’s just hard to think otherwise when she’s carrying on about having finished the testing phase for the wine-matched yabby bisque soup she plans to serve as an entree at her extended family’s Christmas dinner. It’s like, I’ve got one kid and I’d be doing well to heat up some store-bought ricotta puffs for the occasion.  

As if that wasn’t enough, she then asked me if thought it was excessive to fit her farm with a commercial scale solar systems. Melbourne homes must be getting bigger and using more energy if that’s something people are considering, I told her. At that, she looked really offended and gave me a bit of a dressing down – she runs a carbon neutral household, she’ll have me know, and the system size upgrade would be part of a neighbourhood solar farming project.

Well, excuse me, Karen. Maybe you could have prefaced the question with that, rather than phrasing it in a way that suggests you hope people will overhear and think highly of you. And maybe separate it out from your lengthy spiel comparing the merits of rose-mastiha mousse and mini panettone for Christmas dessert. How was I to know the topic at hand was about to change to industrial energy monitoring at the drop of a hat?

I’m sure Karen means well, but she needs to think about toning it down. Most people just can’t relate to her level of perfectionism – it comes across as either a load of hot air, or else a plea for attention through relentless excellence, which surely can’t be healthy.