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For the record, I don’t hate vegans on principle. I know a few that are perfectly fine at keeping that shit to themselves (and, to be totally honest, they’re badass cooks, I’ve had a vegan lasagna that tasted so good my toes curled up on the first bite).
However, the mere concept of a “Vegan Karen” sends shivers down my spine, especially the idea of having one for a neighbor. Thankfully, it sounds like her life is nice and miserable: