So yesterday I got this random question stuck in my head: how old is Karen Finney? You know, that political commentator lady. Seemed simple enough, right? Figured I’d just look it up real quick and move on with my day. Boy, was I wrong.
The Messy Search Begins
First, I popped open Google and typed “Karen Finney age”. Tons of results popped up – political articles, old CNN clips, her own social media stuff. But actual birth year or age? Nada. Clicked through like ten pages of search results. Found:
- Her talking about working for Clinton in the 90s
- That MSNBC hosting gig she had
- A billion opinion pieces she wrote
None mentioned her dang age. Started feeling like I was chasing my own tail.
Tried Wikipedia next. Her page lists all her jobs, education, even awards… but absolutely ZERO birthdate. What kind of cruel joke is this? Felt like the internet was gaslighting me.
Getting Sneaky
Okay fine, time for Plan B. I remembered she mentioned graduating college in some interview. Found an old clip where she says she finished undergrad in 1990. Did some quick math:
- Assuming normal college age (18-22)
- Graduating 1990 means born somewhere between 1968-1972
That puts her roughly in her early 50s to mid-50s? But “roughly” ain’t good enough!
Then I got desperate. Dug through Wayback Machine snapshots of old network bios. Checked * for cached pages. Nothing. At this point I’m muttering to my screen like a crazy person.
The Twitter Stalker Move
Last resort: Twitter. Went through YEARS of birthday tweets to her. Finally struck gold buried under political rants:
- Saw a 2021 tweet saying “Happy birthday Karen! 54 looks good on you!”
- Double-checked replies – yup, others confirming same age
Holy bananas! Did the math backwards:
- 2021 – 54 = born 1967
- 2024 minus 1967 makes her 56-57 now
Took me two hours for something that should’ve taken two minutes. The internet is a weird, stubborn place sometimes.
Anyway folks, lesson learned: next time someone asks me a quick fact question? I’m just gonna shrug and say “Google it yourself”. This rabbit hole ain’t worth the headache.
