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.