Arwen (noun):
A towering blonde
menace built like a tank with the personality of a wasp stuck in your shirt. Known for being aggressively
two-faced, emotionally bankrupt, and allergic to basic human decency.
She’s huge. Not just tall, but stomp-into-the-room-and-the-walls-shake energy. Think linebacker energy with the morals of a rock. She’ll insult your deepest insecurities (yes, even something like losing your hair) and then act confused when you finally snap. Always lurking, always plotting, always pretending to be your “
bestie” while collecting gossip like Pokémon cards.
You
don’t meet an Arwen, you survive
one.