Sunday, May 15, 2005

Why I hate clowns

clowns
Do you ever get the feeling that someone is staring at you? Like if they stared any harder they could burn a hole through you? As I was driving home today I felt a stare coming from the next lane over. It was a clown driving a big white van staring at me-and not in a nice way. It had the hair, the makeup, the oversized bowtie and the whole get-up. The van passed me and then cut me off. For no reason. That brings me to my point: I hate clowns.

What are clowns good for? Even as a kid I never found them funny. They wear too much makeup and dress like total assholes. Sometimes they have a talent like making balloon animals or juggling but mostly they just act like idiots. I am puzzled by the fact that some people invite (and even pay for) these morons to show up for special events like their kid's birthday.

Clowns can't be trusted because they are grown ups dressed in bright colored clothing, a big red nose and huge clown shoes. There is something very suspicious about that. The thing that frightens me is that clowns are always supposed to be happy. There's no way that anyone is comfortable, let alone happy in those outfits and all that makeup. There's a reason why you don't see ads for angry clowns or melancholy clowns. Because a non-happy clown is really scary and potentially very dangerous. I remember watching the Stephen King movie "It" when I was a kid. For a year afterwards my best friend's little sister always had to have someone in the bathroom with her. It was a scary movie because it shows what a clown gone wrong can really do.

In conclusion, clowns are just people with a mask on. They are not the happy, go-lucky characters they claim to be. Even though some people may find them cute or amusing, I can't stand them. Unless they get hurt or sever a body part, clowns will never make me laugh. So go and cry sad clown, there is no love for you here.

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3 Comments:

At 10:05 PM, Blogger Shelly said...

A few years ago I had to place an ad for a roommate in the Washington Post. Quite a few people responded. One guy in particular...Dan seemed the least weird out of them all. He liked Start Trek, but didn't have the outfit; his favorite show was The Man Show; his girlfriend lived in NY; my dog seemed to like him. I thought surely if my dog liked him (she was afraid of guys) then he MUST be ok. Not so. I should have known there was a problem when I saw the picture of his mother and step-father. They belong to some official clown society and they got married in full clown regalia. Turns out his Mom is slightly weird, his oldest sister was committed to a loony bin, his younger sister moved to California and pretty much disowned them all. It all starts with a clown. :o)

Clowns aren't cute or funny. I think the best 'true' dipiction of a clown is King's IT.

 
At 12:00 PM, Blogger Rachel said...

My God! That's terrifying!

 
At 9:35 PM, Blogger blake said...

So you're telling me you lived with a clown Shelly? That's too sick to even joke about. That is one crazy story and I'm horrified to hear that you were exposed to clowndom in such an intimate way.

I liken clowns to carneys. I worked at the MN state fair and met a few carneys of, let's say, questionable scruples.

Hopefully you kicked that son-of-clown out in a matter of days!

 

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