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WHY I HATE CLOWNS

08.20

I hate clowns. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t fear Clowns ‐ when I see one, the only emotions I feel when I see one is the desire to run over one with my car and the welling of laughter as I imagine my tire popping their head like a grape ‐ I just hate them. I hate their long shoes. I hate their polka dot outfits. I hate their rubber noses. I hate their makeup. I hate their hats. But most of all, I hate those people inside the costume.

“Wait,” you say, “Clowns entertain children!”

Fuck children (especially yours ‐ right in their tiny little buttholes). A child is content for hours with a set of blocks. An adult putting on makeup, a loud outfit, floppy shoes, and talk in a funny voice, juggle, and acting like an overdressed mime (note: I am no fan of mimes either) can entertain a child? Big deal. You know what also will entertain a child? Handing them a small plastic shovel and placing them in sandbox.

Clowning might be a culturally embraced form of entertainment that goes back well into the last century, but so was wearing Blackface. You know why I hate clowns? Because they seek attention by shedding any pretense to dignity by prancing around like fool.