Racist KAREN are not all white women in Paris-Part 14


The day started rather pleasant for Mme. HEART. The all-night party she held last week was a success. She had invited several candidates to whom she could sell her restaurant. They were duly impressed by the vibrant crowd. Mme. HEART was a party girl herself, and she had invited many likes of her who would not turn down a free party. Of course, those candidates must believe they were all her restaurant's regulars. Mme. HEART targeted skillfully by choosing newbies to the restaurant business. 

And today, she was giving an interview to this handsome young chef to replace the Asian chef. She was also hiring a good-looking waitress. Mme. HEART knew that something sold better than food. She was rather pleased with herself when the phone rang. It was her brother Mr. SINCERE. He was also her partner in the restaurant. Mr. PRIDE was the landlord who lent the place while Mr. SINCERE was the owner of the restaurant license…which both Mme. HEART and Mr. SINCERE thought it had been confirmed after two months since the opening. Not so. Mr. SINCERE was furious.

'Who the hell is this woman with a weird name....she filed a lawsuit on the ground that we did not comply with the regulation of BASU?' 

Mme. HEART struggled to answer. She remembered that damn Mme. HARMONY, her foe, comes to the restaurant with an Asian woman, but her face is blurry. Mme. HEART could never remember my name to the end. She must have quickly consulted Mr. PRIDE, for he contacted Mme. HARMONY to request her help. He pretended not to know about my lawsuit. He explained to Mme HARMONY that the extractor of his ventilation was leaking water and that he needed to fix it. 'Can Mme. HARMONY tell that Asian woman to give access to the tradesmen?'

Both Mme. HARMONY and I saw through his lies. The focus of my lawsuit will be his extractor illegally attached to the next-door neighbour's wall, and yet he had lied to BASU that the extractor was attached with everyone's permission. Therefore, having it relocated onto the wall near my window was crucial for Mr. PRIDE. Without it, Mme. HEART and Mr. SINCERE would not be able to operate their restaurant. They would have the right to sue Mr. PRIDE for not providing them with a fully equipped venue. He was desperate enough to make a shonky excuse to access his extractor, but I refused. However, Mme. HEART had another plan. 

Mirror that reflects your soulI was startled when I saw a male figure in the corridor near my door. He was the new chef. To my surprise, he smiled and greeted me with a musical 'Bonjour.' He was convinced of his charm and melting smile, except it froze me cold inside. I saw his eyes were condescending, but at the same time they had a purpose. I quickly went past him to go out of the building. I felt someone else was watching me from inside the restaurant. Mme. HEART. She had a half-smile as she looked at me. Instinct told me that she may have sent the young man to me. Did they think that I would accept the horrible condition they subjected me...for a piece of flirtation? What idiot would fall for that? Impossible! 

So... Mme. HEART turned to another possible access, the window of another apartment facing mine. The landlord of that apartment was angry that their tenants suffered from the noise from the restaurant seating areas. Naturally, the landlord refused access, but ever so agile Mme. HEART saw that the tenant was a young woman. I shall call her CHARITY. She once told me 'I wanted them to close that restaurant!' Therefore, there was little chance CHARITY would cooperate with the restaurant. 

Well…when I later returned to the building, I saw the new chef and CHARITY were getting cosy. Or more precisely, CHARITY was giggling away, obviously smitten. Whatever happened to her previous anger against the noisy restaurant? Her new affection, however, was not reciprocated, judging from the coldness in the young man's eyes, but he was indulging her. I could hear CHARITY promising access via her windows!  

I had blamed men for falling for honey pot traps, but women were no wiser.

CHARITY and I always exchanged pleasant greetings, but she changed after the handsome chef approached her. CHARITY started hanging around in the restaurant, looking expectantly. I tried to speak to her, but she suddenly started acting aloof to me. Oh, lord…CHARITY was that sort of woman…Dating a white man makes some dark-skinned women feel superior to Asian women. In her mind, she had moved up in society and Asians were not worthy of her new status. CHARITY was not going to listen to me. So her landlord had to be contacted by Mme. HARMONY. The landlord strongly prohibited CHARITY from giving access to the restaurant, or she would be kicked out of the apartment.  

In the eyes of the handsome chef, CHARITY had lost her use. Mme. HEART would have gotten sick of serving complimentary drinks to this stalking woman. Harsh words may have been exchanged, I don't know. The restaurant played loud music but more so on CHARITY's side of the building than on mine. A few months later, she moved out, but she would not want my sympathy as she was precious Lady Charity, wasn't she? The racist tag Karen should not be labelled just on white women because CHARITY was just one of the dark KARENs. Asians living outside Asia would know of it. 

Then a young man moved in after CHARITY, obviously told by the agent that the restaurant would pose no problems. Mme HEART promptly sent the new pretty waitress as another honey trap. 

He was drooling over her, but later I saw the same pretty girl making out with another young woman. Life in Paris is hard but never dull. The man did not stay long because of the noise, but it was not just that. No one won because the man left before Mr PRIDE had the chance to attach his extractor to my wall.