Don’t you just hate it when somebody does something that screws with your prejudicial preconceptions? I know I do.
Case-in-point. I have always hated clowns. I make no apologies for that. When I was a young child I found them to be frightening. Actually, I think I still do. And I also find them irritating and colossally unfunny. I have only made a few exceptions in the clown realm, and they are Emmett Kelly, the classic sad-faced clown, and Krusty, the degenerate swine from The Simpsons who captures my acid view of clowns brilliantly.
If you are a clown in a parade, please do not approach me. You tap into a level of hostility that I normally reserve for international terrorists or those infuriating Shriners in their stupid scooters that can easily ruin any decent parade.
As I indicate, I make a couple of mild exceptions. And now (damn!) I have to add a third clown to my list of acceptables. That clown is Doo-Doo, AKA Shane Farberman of Toronto, a ‘working’ clown who, when taking a drive through the city with a couple of other clowns in the car (don’t put us on, clown-car, probably 40 or 50 other clowns therein) when he noticed a man terrorizing a couple of women on the street and preparing to attack them. The frightened duo were racing along the pavement to escape their pursuer when Doo-Doo stopped and exhorted them to climb into his vehicle. They hesitated at first (who could blame them; a car fulla clowns or a fiend on the street? Tough call) but then agreed to get in.
Thus Doo-Doo, to their immense gratitude, saved them from harm and has been highly commended. The man was arrested and was deemed to be under the influence of drugs.
Well, I admire the hell out of this and how many of us would do likewise?
I still think the clown thing is odd, though. I mean, in the case of Doo Doo, that is what he does for a living and that’s valid.
Actually one of the more chilling clown tales I ever read (cannot recall where) involved a man getting into an intimate relationship with a female clown. She would only agree to get horizontal with him provided she could keep her clown face on (he never did see her sans make-up). Since she was very ‘good’ in the sack he complied, and she also had a body to write home about. But the make-up was to stay in place. I cannot recall how the tale turned out, but the reader was left with the question if he would do likewise. You know, the offer and sex were brilliant, but the makeup stayed. Good question.
OK. That’s me on clowns. And thank you, Doo Doo. You’re a good man.