Dottie Lux, a professional clown who performs in San Francisco, says people often come up to her and say, “I’ve always been afraid of clowns, but I love you.” Lux’s act calls for her to take off her clothes. She’s part of a growing nightclub subculture called Clown Burlesque, emerging in cities like London and Detroit, that thrills audiences with suggestive clown dances and strategically placed pink-balloon pasties. Some clowns worry about long-term consequences. David Magidson, who has toured with Ringling Brothers Circus, says a 6-year-old’s accidental exposure to a near-naked clown with balloon breasts could result in “kids having to see therapists for the rest of their lives.” — NYTimes
As a child I never much cared for clowns, and growing older, the only thing that’s changed is I like them even less. It’s not just that they remind me of Congress, what with their stupid antics, childish posturing, and deliberate put-ons, it’s that I find what they do basically unfunny or meaningful. I just don’t get it.
Mimes still make me crazy. When they pull up within range, I set my jaw, avoid all eye contact, and clench my fists.
And then there’s Clowns for Jesus. No, this isn’t the Westboro Baptist Church crowd or Pat Robertson, but I get the point.
All that duly documented, I’d give Dottie Lux a and her naked ilk chance. Depending on its body, a nude clown might be worth a look and even a giggle. We’re not talking about Clarabelle or Krusty, are we? Or Congress. <shiver/>
What is certainly worth a horse-laugh is that comment about a clown with balloon breasts unhinging kids for the rest of their lives. Inevitably, some clueless knob offers this viewpoint, a combination of hysterical “It’s bad for kids!! It’ll hurt the kids!! We love our kids!!” and the kind of pseudo-scientific pap that psychologists pedal for profit. What doesn’t have the capacity to send kids to therapists, especially when those same therapists have a financial interest in convincing gullible parents that their services are as essential top their precious little darlings as food and water and a Junior iPhone? Leeches and parasites.
Q: What has a big red nose and lives in a test tube?
A: Happy the Clone.