Dear Prudence,
My name is Karen. As you probably know, over the past year or so, my name turned into a meme with some pretty bad connotations. It was funny when it was the “I’d like to speak to your manager” jokes, but now it’s associated with racism and bigotry. I like to think that I’m as far away from the meme version of my name as I can get, but it’s still causing me a lot of anxiety about how others perceive me and my name. When I go out to eat or get coffee, I ask whoever I’m with to give their name instead of mine. When I’m scrolling through social media, I’m jarred by seeing people censor my name with asterisks. I don’t want to change my name (I actually quite like it!), but this attention is making me feel really self-conscious. I also feel like I can’t even share my feelings, since that’s feeding into the meme. I know, of course, there are way more important issues out there that others face, and in the grand scheme of things, this is not a big deal—but I’ve been trying to deal with this on my own and can’t seem to shake this feeling. Do you have any advice for moving past this, not worrying about what others think, and learning to love my name again?
—What’s in a Name