It made me go cold because I taught a 'Karen' fifteen years ago, she was of low intelligence and despite receiving lots of help she made little progress in the usual school subjects. We felt she was very vulnerable, desperate to make friends, a real target for unscrupulous males. When it was the Prom I asked a couple of nice girls to take her shopping, she tended to buy very unsuitable clothing on her own and on the night she looked lovely and was beside herself, 'I'll remember this all my life'. We all talked to her about the future and found her suitable training place when she left. The most memorable thing she ever said was how much she loved school because everyone cared for her "but then I have to go home and it's all gone". Less than a year after leaving she brought her baby to see us. There are Karens everywhere.