«I too hate clowns. When I was a baby I had two pictures over my crib of these clown like critters with sombreros on. (Don’t ask me where my mother found them!) It is my earliest memory, lying in my crib and seeing these eyes staring at me, following me. When I got a little older, apparently I broke the glass in frame and my mother walked in, freaked out that I was covered in blood. I guess I’d finally had it and wanted to do the nastys in.
The thing that REALLY annoys me about clowns or other «entertainers» that delight in tormenting children is the reaction of adults to this. They laugh and push the poor frightened child towards this menace. No one seems to give a damn that the poor kid is completely freaked out! I see this all the time and I remember experiencing this as a child. I hate clowns!»
«Clowns suck. When I was about 10 years old I joined a fife and drum band that marched in parades every weekend. Before I even learned to play the fife, the group made me be in the parade so it would look like they had more people. So I was just supposed to walk in the middle of the group and fake it. Well, everything was going fine until some stupid clown came right into the middle of our group and put his big ugly ear up to my fife. When he discovered I was not really playing, he laughed a sinister laugh and proceeded to skip around our group for the remainder of the parade informing every spectator along the way that I was faking. Needless to say I was mortified. From that day on I have hated and feared all clowns and clown-type things.»
«(Clowns) scare the hell out of me. I have woken up in sweats after having nightmares about this one particular clown with huge purple lips… whoaaah, the thought of him makes me shiver.»
«Ever since I can remember I have hated clowns. I don’t know why, but I thing the intense aversion can most likely be attributed to some childhood trauma involving clowns that I have subsequently repressed. Either way, they scare me. My band is playing at a Halloween Show on Halloween, and everyone is required to wear a costume to get in. However, because I refused to play if there was even ONE clown in the room, there is a strict ban on people in clown costumes at the show. I feel like I have done my part as a good citizen of the world to protect not only myself, but many of my peers, from having Halloween ruined by some freaky looking dork in big polka dotted pants, a Ronald McDonald ‘fro, and make up which is eclipsed in horridness possibly only by Michael Jackson’s. I shall continue to do anything and everything in my power to work against clowns and anything related to them.»
«My fear is not specifically of actual people dressed as clowns. (Or it may be, but I strenuously avoid places such idiots frequent.) I am afraid of clown dolls, specifically. Man, «Poltergeist» *still* gives me nightmares, 15 years later! I’m also terrified by movies wherein a ventriloquist’s dummy or some puppet becomes sentient and chases its owner around with point objects. Dear God! It’s witnessing those kinds of movies that really tests the limits of my sanity. I wish we could instigate some anti-Clown doll legislation.»
«I live in Sydney, Australia, and there’s this clown in Manly (a seaside suburb, popular on weekends). Ooooh, he’s a horrible looking prick. He’s got these big hairy animal feet on and a big red nose on his hundred year old head, and these big, baggy pants that look like they were made by hand, in the dark. That’s the worst thing about him… he’s so shabby, he’s not a even a professional looking freak, he just rolls out every weekend to live out his evil, slavering fantasies surrounded by children (who I must say have the good sense to stay about a hundred metres from the lecherous old bastard).»
«My story isn’t as frightening as the others but I feel better talking about it. I think my fear of clowns comes from a cartoon I watched when I was young. The cartoon was Scoobie Doo. In the beginning that horrible clown would pop up and laugh a cynical laugh and then float around the screen. I never really realized that the clown frightened me so much until a few years ago when my town acquired a local Bozo (literally, he is an idiot). The man looks like a clown even when he is not in costume. It is hard to avoid him because the city hires him to show up to every major event. No matter how hard people try to convince me that clowns are good, I still think that there is something evil about them.»
In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
My daughter loved Scooby Doo when she was younger…that is until the clown episode. She had nightmares about that thing for months! She continued to watch it, but we always had to make sure it wasn’t the «clown episode». I had forgotten about that until I read your post, haha. Good job!
Coulrophobia, or fear of clowns, seems to be relatively common. A quick Internet search revealed 16,100 results.
The term dating from the 1980s has been coined more on the Internet than in printed form because it does not appear in any previously published, psychiatric, unabridged, or abridged dictionary
In my case is not fear, but dislike, probably because it’s impossible to gauge a clown’s true emotions. Thanks to painted-on smiles, you can’t distinguish if the clown is as happy as he seems or if he’s actually about to bite somebody’s face off. Same with real-life clowns.
I’m not scared of clowns, but those images are pretty freaky! My youngest sister was petrified of them as a toddler, and is still a little freaked out. Whenever we went to the circus she would scream down the place when the clowns came out. I feel for you. It’s a phobia you need to work on.
I’m working on it… I thing I will break the neck of the next one… hahahaha.
Sorry for your sister… In any case, not trusting clowns is a sign of intelligence 🙂 as well as making the cakes you do…
Wow and you have a slight violent streak too, this is troubling haha. Being scared of clowns is a sign of intelligence- how does that work? Oh you’re too kind with your compliments of my cakes, thank you : )
I’ve never really liked clowns either, but more because I just don’t see the point. For one thing, I (generally) hate slapstick. Fortunately (for the clowns of the world) I’ve never met one in real life, which is just as well, as I’d have to use every once of my self-control to stop myself from smacking him and telling him to get a real job.
Oh my. . .I have heard others like you talk about the sinister side of clowns, but honestly never gave it much thought. As I stare into the predatory vampiric eyes of YOUR clowns, I have a full blown case of the willies. And what’s with the 200 lb. blue faced, cupie-lipped menace? If he doesn’t make my flight response kick in, I don’t know what does? Looking at the photos is like staring at the crime scene board on a segment of TV’s Criminal Minds.
A YouTube must see. This baby agrees that clowns are a bad idea.
Ever notice that MacDonalds never bring out and show off their clown? WE are not alone. Clowns are just a bad idea.
Clowns always gave me the creeps too. Between the ages of 2 and 4, my mother made me be a clown for Halloween (I don’t remember having a choice in the matter.) Ask any 3 year old girl and they’d probably prefer to be a ballerina, fairy princess or a cowgirl… NOT A CLOWN! Like many families of the late 70’s and early 80’s, that stupid clown costume got handed down to at least 1 of my younger brothers too (he does not like clowns now either), as did the mouse costume that my brother wore as a baby (I have 4 brothers… at least 3 of them dressed as mice for Halloween before my mom’s church decided that Halloween was Satanic and we shouldn’t be celebrating it.) I vowed never to dress my kids as clowns (or mice) for Halloween when I had kids and I haven’t. We’ve had a baby skunk, 2 baby ducks, a baby elephant, a monkey, a lion, a damn fine Capt. Jack Sparrow (and I dressed as Jack’s pirate mom) and a little Will Turner, several cowboys, an army guy, the Mad Hatter (closest we ever got to clown, but me and the kiddos dig Tim Burton/Johnny Depp films), The Red Queen and Buzz Lightyear. My daughter is just 6 months old, but I expect soon there will be many girlie halloween costumes in the near future.
Thanks a lot for your comment!
Luckily the world is changing –in some ways- for better… at least on Halloween costumes… in any case I have been seeing some ultimate designs that I won’t allow my daughter to dress them 🙂
I can imagine the pain of wearing that clown costume, especially if handed down…
Anyhow, nobody say the childhood should be easy… 🙂
Re the church prohibition you mention, well at least for once the church was right 🙂
I always feel like clowns are hiding something under all that make-up. Scars, acne, or some deep seated psychological issue only evident in their eyes. The make-up and wigs are just a distraction. Who’s really under there?
Welcome to the club 🙂
I do not fear clowns. Really. I don’t. They are just not nice people.
They scare little kids, they cause neurosis in some adults, they have big floppy feet, they try to fit too many of their kind in a car, I could go on and on.
They are just not nice, that’s it!
Creepy. Never liked them even as a child. Even before all the horror movies that depicted them as evil and creepy. I know they’re just people underneath all that garb, but still….
Scooby Doobie Doooo!
Wait a minute, Ghosts can’t leave fingerprints!
Now listen up, there is absolutely no such thing as a… MONSTER!
Welcome to the club, and thanks a lot for visiting. Hope you come back, just for my ego 🙂
Sorry, I was “out of office” for a while… Bozo’s Lament by some Jonathan,
I guess because my name is Bozo
I was destined to be a clown
But when I joined the traveling circus
I didn’t think that it would bring me down
Make me angry like sniper in a tower
And every Saturday
I take off my nose and say never more
Pie in my face
Five days a workweek
It’s in my face
Pie in my face
It sucks to be a clown
I should have been a lion tamer
Those guys get all the girls
In a cage in satin tights
In a mane of golden curls
Everybody loves the guy who lives in danger
But in the center ring
I’m safe from everything except for
Pie in my face
Five days a workweek
It’s in my face
Pie in my face
It sucks to be a clown
The other night I dreamed of Arthur
Ex-human-cannonball
In the dream he asked the question
Do I fly or do I fall?
What’s the difference
Either way he’s still a dead man
And he’s finally free
No longer has to be up on stage
Pie in my face
Five days a workweek
It’s in my face
Pie in my face
It sucks to be a clown
Yeah it sucks to be a clown
Should have never been a clown
Cause it sucks to be a clown
I’m agreed with you … many people as we can see here on the comments… no one in favor!
A Disney mistake indeed,
Timothy begin his sympathy speech to the crows by explaining that Dumbo is an orphan. His first two sentences are «You all should be ashamed of yourselves. A bunch of big guys like you, pickin’ on a little orphan like him.» He then goes on to create a situation where the crows are torn from their mothers and left to fend for themselves in «a cold, cruel, heartless world». He then briefly mentions the other attributes in this order: that he’s the laughing stock of the circus because of his ears, that his mother was locked up because she tried to defend him, and that he was made into a clown.
Grievous!
Thanks very much for your opinion about my writing and pics. It’s really appreciated by my ego 🙂
I agree; clowns have always seemed kind of scary to me too. Stephen King’s «It» confirmed it. Those pictures you have on display are absolutely frightful…
There is something about clowns that is worse than zombies, or maybe something that was the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people get a little nervous. There’s the pallor and the cakey mortician-style makeup, death’s gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace, the shuffling and the untidy hair. But clowns were probably malicious, and they moved fast on those little bicycles and in those little crammed cars. Zombies weren’t much of anything. They didn’t carry musical instruments and they didn’t care whether or not you laughed at them. You always knew what zombies wanted.
So welcome to the club, there are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns…and clowns. I hate clowns. I’ve mentioned that, right?
Your blog is great, and writing from Varadero, much better 🙂
Why is it that we have such a negative reaction to clowns? For me, it could possibly be the night I walked into my mother’s room and saw her having sex with one. Hmmmm…..
Don’t be afraid, not clowns here 🙂
And a different point of view could be refreshing…
Welcome anyhow, and please note this is the only post on clowns out of over 150 posts…
Thanks for commenting!
I personally love clowns. It is the mask, the second persona. Archetype of our baser less inhibited selves. Clowns are evil and good, sweet and mean and sad and everything that the human condition is amped to 1000.
A clown… it had to be a clown. Oh how I hate those creatures!
To me, clowns aren’t funny. In fact, they’re kind of scary. I’ve wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad… 🙂
Thanks for commenting!
As the torero told to the philosopher, there are people for all kind of bloody shit… enter the clowns… did I say I hate them?
Small world indeed…
Welcome to the club 🙂
My son-in-law’s brother cannot HANDLE clowns. At first I thought this comical but it is a very serious thing. I have never had that problems but THESE clowns here almost made me run away.
What a whacky sense of humor to have… sometimes laughing… when you shouldn’t laugh. Sometimes trying to be funny while wearing stupid frowns…
Ok… it’s official… I really do hate clowns!
Thanks a lot for passing by. I love your blog… 🙂
There was a young man from my town,
He loved to prank and be a clown;
He scared every kid,
With the things that he did,
He is now six feet under the ground.
I’m with you 100 percent about clowns. They are truly creepy. I took my 3-year-old son to the circus (many years ago) and everything was fine until he saw the clowns. Then he became very scared and said to me, «Are they real? They’re not really real, are they?»
For me, it’s because I can’t see what the person beneath the make-up is really thinking. His facial expression might be an evil, hateful, I-want-to-kill-and-eat-your-children grimace but the make-up is smiling. It’s very disconcerting.
Thanks for commenting!
Yikes, what pictures. I never thought about clowns one way or the other, but your collection brings to mind the faces of horror and mayhem. I would definitely not want to meet one of these. A very interesting assortment of articles. Thank you.
well, I found them freaky/unusual/agressive too, because they are no normal clowns that out brain can digest…
if we go back in time, clowns come from ancient Egypt, where they were religious/psychological figures… the simple detail of painting one’s face makes the person weird…. it goes to the inner sense of fear, we are seeing a mask, but we have no idea what hides behind…. 🙂
I’m agreed with you here. There is something about clowns that is worse than zombies. Or maybe something that is the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people get a little nervous. There’s the pallor and the cakey mortician-style makeup, the shuffling and the untidy hair. But clowns are probably malicious, and they move fast on those little bicycles and in those little crammed cars. Zombies aren’t much of anything. They don’t carry musical instruments and they don’t care whether or not you laughed at them. You always knew what zombies wanted. But clowns … 🙂
There are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns…and clowns. They’re doing their best to live very serious lives, and they just happen to fall down sometimes; but yes nobody likes a clown at midnight… death’s gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. hahahahaha!
I hate clowns. I’ve mentioned that, right?
Yes.
I’m adding some facts about clowns that could be the roots of our dislike…
1. Today’s clowns have white faces because the first clowns centuries ago would kill children that didn’t laugh and grind up their bones. During this process the clowns face would become white with bone dust. Eventually, clowns were forced to stop killing children, but the implied inducement to laugh that the white face represented remains.
2. Clowns often rub themselves with a mix of cotton candy and liquid butter to hide their stifling clowny odor.
3. Although it doesn’t appear in his official biography, Kim Jong II ran off with the circus as a clown for several years as a teenager. His father found him and forced him to give it up. His dad did, however, allow him to keep his hilarious oversized clown pompadour.
4. Often, people who are alcoholics are drawn to clowning. The makeup and clown suits cover up most of the visible signs of alcoholism. Slurred speech, shaky hands and the inability to walk a straight line are all pluses if you are a clown. Hobo clowns were often just hobos picked up by the circus while drunk, put in makeup and allowed to wander freely through the circus tent. Also, alcoholics are able to get away without purchasing a red, bulbous nose.
5. Clown is a German word meaning “don’t leave the kids alone with that one.”
You know? I have much more fun with the comments than with the posts … Many of my answers are longer and more elaborate than the post itself. The problem is that people do not have time than for a casual conversation … When you don’t have, or feel that you don’t have, an extra moment to talk, and conversation is as foreign to you as hieroglyphics, do you have any chance of seeing your work, career, or life in a new light? You might be doing well in the race, but it’s the same race essentially down the same track with the same opponents that may prove to be less than sufficient in enabling you to get those kinds of things done that you want to have completed. They say Time goes. Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
This blog is the place of my inventions, posts that are meant to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end 🙂 As clowns may be…
10Q! for commenting!!
You are right: I don’t post often because I don’t expect you’ll hear me writing any poems to the greater glory of Ronald and Nancy Reagan. I mean writing is a very lonely business. You are totally cut off from the rest of the world, submerged in your obsessions and memories, and sometimes real life intersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi 🙂
Thanks for commenting!!
There are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns…and clowns. Even other clowns hate clowns. Hahahaha!!
Welcome to the club and 10Q for the comment!
Thank you.
But just one consideration: The United States is the wealthiest nation in the history of the world, yet its inhabitants are strikingly unhappy. Accordingly, we present to the rest of mankind, on a planet rife with suffering and tragedy, the spectacle of a clown civilization. Sustained on a clown diet rich in sugar and fat, we have developed a clown physiognomy. We dress like clowns. We move about a landscape filled with cartoon buildings in clownmobiles, absorbed in clownish activities. We fill our idle hours enjoying the canned antics of professional clowns… Death, when we acknowledge it, is just another pratfall on the boob tube. Bang! You’re dead!
When I was a kid, I never saw a puppet show. I never played with puppets or had any interest in them. I hate puppets so much. Today we are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces. 🙂
Thanks for your comment!
I have known heaven, and now I am in hell, and there are mimes… Don’t move mimes don’t generally attack unless they are threatened… Don’t anyone move. . . I think we’ve driven into a mimefield. Hahahaha!
Thanks for your comment!
Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever. But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright Brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.
You are very right, I don’t either love clowns and I never have found them hilarious and didn’t understand why the were dressed up so ridiculous ! But I love Scooby do 🙂 !
Shaggy: The sea water’s boiling, Scoob, I wonder what pirates like in their stew?
Scooby: Rains?
Shaggy: Hey yeah, ghosts like chains, and what else? Oh yeah, some ashes from the stove, you know this could be real good? What else do pirates like?
Scooby: Robrebs?
Shaggy: Cobwebs! Aha, delightful. Now did we forget anything?
Scooby: Roap.
Shaggy: Soap? I hardly use it myself, but why not?
🙂 🙂 🙂
BANG, BANG bang, ………I lost my gun ! No it’s not the solution, let’s ask directly to all of the Clowns to take of all their clothes and to remove their mask and Makeup ? Thanks 🙂 🙂 🙂 ! Xoxo
OK. It’s not the solution. Let’s say … take the clothes and the masks and shatter them to pieces, pour them into the stratosphere, or sink them in the depths of the sea, at least they are materials which might otherwise be used to make the clowns too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent 🙂 🙂
This was a funny one! Classic: «I feel like I have done my part as a good citizen of the world to protect not only myself, but many of my peers, from having Halloween ruined by some freaky looking dork in big polka dotted pants, a Ronald McDonald ‘fro, and make up which is eclipsed in horridness possibly only by Michael Jackson’s.»
I’m emitting a series of uncontrolled high-pitched noises, accompanied by sharp intakes of breath of the sort normally associated with a seizure or heart failure. Hahahahaha! Yeah, it’s classic. Thanks for commenting!
Paraphrasing you “my words would my thoughts betray”. You shouldn’t thank me for the likes, which has been the easy part. Instead you could wipe a booger on my blog, not only to say you were here, but also to say thanks for having me over reading your tender poetry 🙂
Thanks a lot for all your comments! You are great!
Clowns….Someone once gave me a clown and others, upon seeing this one clown, decided that I must collect clowns and they began to multiply in my house like rabbits. I neither like nor dislike clowns.
I wrote a short series on «Clowns without Greasepaint» hoping people would see that our politicians are veritable clowns. I do not know if anyone agreed or disagreed; they only «liked».
I feel a little jealous: no one has ever given me a single clown … sigh! Do you think they did it for any special reason? Anyhow, that could be the reason you’re so funny.
I have to find some spare time to read your series. Maybe the problem has been men haven’t seen Dracula films [plenty greasepaint there] and they are not familiar with the term. Other people may be afraid of the NSA [surely they are now monitoring your blog]. In any case I believe, after reading your series, people will star to realize politicians are veritable clowns. What a disruptive idea! Myself never thought of politicians from that perspective, but I think you’re absolutely right. Your approach is really subversive. I’m also sure people that read your series agreed 100% with your view, hence the likes. If you authorize me, I’d like to write a post [in the future] following you line of thinking. People should know the truth!
Thank you for reading my little blog here. I do not have many followers and do not seek out any, to tell the truth. I want few to read, but to read…not just click that damn like button. I write for interaction and for myself. You seem to have a large audience and by reading your blog I can understand why and would love for you to expand the circle of people who understand that politicians are nothing but clowns without greasepaint.
The few post I wrote about this is called «Dear Mr. President»….I call the White House from time to time and the present President is the only one that I do not have one of the funny form letters from stating they would look into the problems I bring up….I am sure the NSA has been monitoring me for a long time and I really don’t care. You know a white collar prison is a free ride to healthcare, home, free t.v….lots of good things that we on the outside must pay for. It would be like going to a resort without paying. I think, but do not know for sure, that they have a lot of green space and probably shopping expeditions to spend the money they earn while we support them. It is just another welfare system life farm subsidies.
Hardened criminals, I agree with laws of other countries particularly if you know for certain that they killed someone don’t waste my money on long courtroom battles; just do the same thing to them; save with rape.
Rehab seldom if ever works but we send folk there and give the other folk money to do what? Give them false hope. My father was a very kind, funny alcoholic.
Send me your address and I will gift you with a clown! No joke.
Loved your comment and see the intelligence between the lines. Keep up the good work.
I pass the torch!
I pick it up (it may burn me though …)
I like your blog. I’m usually not interested in the personal experiences of people writing blogs, as are many of your post, but in your case I feel comfortable because you write it like it is, no ornaments, genuinely. In some passages, the first impression is that you must have been a tough person, an educated woman but tough, then deep down I think you have a very big heart, and that could be appreciate reading carefully all your writings.
As I told you before I fully subscribe politicians are clowns without greasepaint, and without many other things not so sweet, and provided I have, as you put it, a large audience, I’m planning to send a letter to Mr. Osama, errr Obama, scolding him for his lack of tact with you [I’m planning to extortion him a bit, threatening to make public a joke about him:
A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.
He asked, “What are all those clocks?”
St. Peter answered, “Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move.”
“Oh,” said the man, “whose clock is that?”
“That’s Mother Teresa’s. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie.”
“Incredible,” said the man.
“Where’s Obama’s clock?”
“His clock is in Jesus’s office. He’s using it as a ceiling fan.”
Or is he Muslim? (*) To check in Wikipedia…
I also agree that NSA should be monitoring you for a while… You see, Obama is very upset after Snowden landed in Moscow: He was eager to ask him about «My Privacy Settings on My Facebook Account» [now only Putin can enjoy this sensible info], so he doesn’t want more dissidents in America. Be advised!
Regarding prison, all you say is truth, but you also have to consider being raped there, I think they call it “to be somebody’s bitch”, and the most important: you can not blog! Besides, according your description, it seems a nice place. Come to think, I don’t understand why nobody wants to be there…
Regarding hardened criminals, I also agree. Look at me! I am stuck in my own computer. My family tried to make me go to rehab, but I say No…..No…..No. And now they are doing the same to me… I haven’t seen them for a week. I hear them laugh and, sometimes, other suspicious noises, but we did not cross each other in the aisle for days … you’re very right: Rehab seldom if ever works!
I also see we had same kind of fathers (not the same father). Mine was a very alcoholic kind, and not funny.
Well, I’ll stop here, because I have to work to feed the dangerous offenders who live in my house.
I have to ponder my reply here to this hilarious (sometimes) reply and complimentary at times. I had to be tough to live in a man’s world; would give the shirt off my back; and fire you if you broke the confidentiality
You think nobody reads? Neither do I except a few people. They go to the Reader (great WP invention) and click the «like» button as they go down the list of the hundreds of followers.
I pared my followers back by stopping blogging because I hated the «like»‘ button so much. Now I only have a few people but I think they read what I write and if they don’t, I want them to leave and stop clicking that button. If I follow a blog, I read that blog; that is if WP sends me the notification I requested to be sent. Sometimes, they do not, I have found.
If to many people follow this blog and only click «like» I will go away again back to the private hemisphere.
As you can see in my new posts there is no more “like” button (it still appears on the damn Reader, I can’t remove it from there…). In any case my attitude with blogging is always from the “private hemisphere” you mention. I haven’t begun blogging to suffer, but to enjoy my spare time. If the blog is read or not, I frankly don’t give a damn …
Incredible post…and fantastic photos. I never understood Coulrophobia (always thought it a bit of a joke) until a friend knew said he had it…and truly could not handle the sight of a clown. This post makes it a lot clearer. The story of one of your first memories, a classic. Never thought about it before, but clowns are a little creepy…
The art of conversation is the art of hearing as well as of being heard. Thanks for your opinion; it is as valid as any of the above (including mine) 🙂
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My daughter loved Scooby Doo when she was younger…that is until the clown episode. She had nightmares about that thing for months! She continued to watch it, but we always had to make sure it wasn’t the «clown episode». I had forgotten about that until I read your post, haha. Good job!
Thanks for the comment.
Coulrophobia, or fear of clowns, seems to be relatively common. A quick Internet search revealed 16,100 results.
The term dating from the 1980s has been coined more on the Internet than in printed form because it does not appear in any previously published, psychiatric, unabridged, or abridged dictionary
In my case is not fear, but dislike, probably because it’s impossible to gauge a clown’s true emotions. Thanks to painted-on smiles, you can’t distinguish if the clown is as happy as he seems or if he’s actually about to bite somebody’s face off. Same with real-life clowns.
BTW I love your blog!
I’m not scared of clowns, but those images are pretty freaky! My youngest sister was petrified of them as a toddler, and is still a little freaked out. Whenever we went to the circus she would scream down the place when the clowns came out. I feel for you. It’s a phobia you need to work on.
I’m working on it… I thing I will break the neck of the next one… hahahaha.
Sorry for your sister… In any case, not trusting clowns is a sign of intelligence 🙂 as well as making the cakes you do…
Wow and you have a slight violent streak too, this is troubling haha. Being scared of clowns is a sign of intelligence- how does that work? Oh you’re too kind with your compliments of my cakes, thank you : )
Never mind, just kidding… starving for your next post 🙂
‘Starving for my next post’ I like that line! I’m currently drafting it right now. It should be posted befor midnight! Sit tight!
Thanks for visiting Urban Eden ! Great photos !
10Q for visiting me… 🙂
I’ve never really liked clowns either, but more because I just don’t see the point. For one thing, I (generally) hate slapstick. Fortunately (for the clowns of the world) I’ve never met one in real life, which is just as well, as I’d have to use every once of my self-control to stop myself from smacking him and telling him to get a real job.
‘nuff said.
Agreed with you, they are pointless…
Oh my. . .I have heard others like you talk about the sinister side of clowns, but honestly never gave it much thought. As I stare into the predatory vampiric eyes of YOUR clowns, I have a full blown case of the willies. And what’s with the 200 lb. blue faced, cupie-lipped menace? If he doesn’t make my flight response kick in, I don’t know what does? Looking at the photos is like staring at the crime scene board on a segment of TV’s Criminal Minds.
Thank you very much for your comment …
Yes they are really sinister … not the kind of guy you’d like to collide with in a darkly alley at 2 AM… 🙂
A YouTube must see. This baby agrees that clowns are a bad idea.
Ever notice that MacDonalds never bring out and show off their clown? WE are not alone. Clowns are just a bad idea.
Agreed with you and thanks for the link… funny commercial 🙂
…This is the last blog I have perused before bedtime. Thanks for the nightmares.
Sorry for that 🙂
Try tonight a love story 🙂
https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/she-is-still-on-my-bed-esen/
Clowns always gave me the creeps too. Between the ages of 2 and 4, my mother made me be a clown for Halloween (I don’t remember having a choice in the matter.) Ask any 3 year old girl and they’d probably prefer to be a ballerina, fairy princess or a cowgirl… NOT A CLOWN! Like many families of the late 70’s and early 80’s, that stupid clown costume got handed down to at least 1 of my younger brothers too (he does not like clowns now either), as did the mouse costume that my brother wore as a baby (I have 4 brothers… at least 3 of them dressed as mice for Halloween before my mom’s church decided that Halloween was Satanic and we shouldn’t be celebrating it.) I vowed never to dress my kids as clowns (or mice) for Halloween when I had kids and I haven’t. We’ve had a baby skunk, 2 baby ducks, a baby elephant, a monkey, a lion, a damn fine Capt. Jack Sparrow (and I dressed as Jack’s pirate mom) and a little Will Turner, several cowboys, an army guy, the Mad Hatter (closest we ever got to clown, but me and the kiddos dig Tim Burton/Johnny Depp films), The Red Queen and Buzz Lightyear. My daughter is just 6 months old, but I expect soon there will be many girlie halloween costumes in the near future.
Thanks a lot for your comment!
Luckily the world is changing –in some ways- for better… at least on Halloween costumes… in any case I have been seeing some ultimate designs that I won’t allow my daughter to dress them 🙂
I can imagine the pain of wearing that clown costume, especially if handed down…
Anyhow, nobody say the childhood should be easy… 🙂
Re the church prohibition you mention, well at least for once the church was right 🙂
Is there anyone who likes clowns?
Not on this blog, I’m afraid 🙂
I always feel like clowns are hiding something under all that make-up. Scars, acne, or some deep seated psychological issue only evident in their eyes. The make-up and wigs are just a distraction. Who’s really under there?
Welcome to the club 🙂
I do not fear clowns. Really. I don’t. They are just not nice people.
They scare little kids, they cause neurosis in some adults, they have big floppy feet, they try to fit too many of their kind in a car, I could go on and on.
They are just not nice, that’s it!
FANTASTIC post!!!!!!!! Thanks for visiting my blog!
Thank you very much … even when I am not too proud of this particular one 🙂
Creepy. Never liked them even as a child. Even before all the horror movies that depicted them as evil and creepy. I know they’re just people underneath all that garb, but still….
Well, that’s the problem… which kind of people…
Welcome to the club, it’s growing everyday 🙂
And thanks for commenting!
Pretty rough there. I love Scooby – sorry he could have such an effect.
Scooby Doobie Doooo!
Wait a minute, Ghosts can’t leave fingerprints!
Now listen up, there is absolutely no such thing as a… MONSTER!
Welcome to the club, and thanks a lot for visiting. Hope you come back, just for my ego 🙂
Clowns do suck! I can’t even look at your photos you posted up because they make me feel so uncomfortable. Clowns are not funny or appreciated.
Sorry, I was “out of office” for a while… Bozo’s Lament by some Jonathan,
I guess because my name is Bozo
I was destined to be a clown
But when I joined the traveling circus
I didn’t think that it would bring me down
Make me angry like sniper in a tower
And every Saturday
I take off my nose and say never more
Pie in my face
Five days a workweek
It’s in my face
Pie in my face
It sucks to be a clown
I should have been a lion tamer
Those guys get all the girls
In a cage in satin tights
In a mane of golden curls
Everybody loves the guy who lives in danger
But in the center ring
I’m safe from everything except for
Pie in my face
Five days a workweek
It’s in my face
Pie in my face
It sucks to be a clown
The other night I dreamed of Arthur
Ex-human-cannonball
In the dream he asked the question
Do I fly or do I fall?
What’s the difference
Either way he’s still a dead man
And he’s finally free
No longer has to be up on stage
Pie in my face
Five days a workweek
It’s in my face
Pie in my face
It sucks to be a clown
Yeah it sucks to be a clown
Should have never been a clown
Cause it sucks to be a clown
🙂
Loved it!
🙂
C’est fantastique!
Merci beaucoup. If you enjoy it, here you could find the saga 🙂
https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/evil-clowns-en/
Good read. Thanks for the share.
Thanks to you!
I think there are many people that hate clowns. Stephen King for one.
I hated clowns when Disney made a clown out of Dumbo. Great writing. Great pics.
I’m agreed with you … many people as we can see here on the comments… no one in favor!
A Disney mistake indeed,
Timothy begin his sympathy speech to the crows by explaining that Dumbo is an orphan. His first two sentences are «You all should be ashamed of yourselves. A bunch of big guys like you, pickin’ on a little orphan like him.» He then goes on to create a situation where the crows are torn from their mothers and left to fend for themselves in «a cold, cruel, heartless world». He then briefly mentions the other attributes in this order: that he’s the laughing stock of the circus because of his ears, that his mother was locked up because she tried to defend him, and that he was made into a clown.
Grievous!
Thanks very much for your opinion about my writing and pics. It’s really appreciated by my ego 🙂
I agree; clowns have always seemed kind of scary to me too. Stephen King’s «It» confirmed it. Those pictures you have on display are absolutely frightful…
And thank you for liking my blog entry!
There is something about clowns that is worse than zombies, or maybe something that was the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people get a little nervous. There’s the pallor and the cakey mortician-style makeup, death’s gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace, the shuffling and the untidy hair. But clowns were probably malicious, and they moved fast on those little bicycles and in those little crammed cars. Zombies weren’t much of anything. They didn’t carry musical instruments and they didn’t care whether or not you laughed at them. You always knew what zombies wanted.
So welcome to the club, there are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns…and clowns. I hate clowns. I’ve mentioned that, right?
Your blog is great, and writing from Varadero, much better 🙂
Great post, but I guarantee I won’t be sleeping tonight with those images stuck in my head!
I’m sorry for that… but that was my intention 🙂
No, seriously, try this one and relax…
https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2012/02/25/argentina-ii-enes/
And thanks a lot for passing by here!
Why is it that we have such a negative reaction to clowns? For me, it could possibly be the night I walked into my mother’s room and saw her having sex with one. Hmmmm…..
Good post, Damantigui. Keep the train rollin’.
TheRealBarman
A real one?
Le Clown is afraid of leaving a comment here….
A scared clown…
Don’t be afraid, not clowns here 🙂
And a different point of view could be refreshing…
Welcome anyhow, and please note this is the only post on clowns out of over 150 posts…
Thanks for commenting!
I personally love clowns. It is the mask, the second persona. Archetype of our baser less inhibited selves. Clowns are evil and good, sweet and mean and sad and everything that the human condition is amped to 1000.
Don’t fear the clown, be the clown.
I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car…. 🙂
Classic and excellent.
Not really! Just BS!
If you want something good, please check the following:
https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2012/03/01/the-world-according-to-casciari-re-en/
Enjoy, don’t be a clown, hahahaha 🙂
Thanks again!
My grandmother painted some clown pictures, and my mom hung them in my room when I was little. I’m with you…clowns creep me out big time.
A clown… it had to be a clown. Oh how I hate those creatures!
To me, clowns aren’t funny. In fact, they’re kind of scary. I’ve wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad… 🙂
Thanks for commenting!
Yours, too??!! A clown killed my dad, too!! Small world!!
As the torero told to the philosopher, there are people for all kind of bloody shit… enter the clowns… did I say I hate them?
Small world indeed…
Welcome to the club 🙂
My son-in-law’s brother cannot HANDLE clowns. At first I thought this comical but it is a very serious thing. I have never had that problems but THESE clowns here almost made me run away.
What a whacky sense of humor to have… sometimes laughing… when you shouldn’t laugh. Sometimes trying to be funny while wearing stupid frowns…
Ok… it’s official… I really do hate clowns!
Thanks a lot for passing by. I love your blog… 🙂
Thanks for liking my post: 100-Word Challenge #36.
I really like it… 🙂
I’m just a guy with a limerick reply…
There was a young man from my town,
He loved to prank and be a clown;
He scared every kid,
With the things that he did,
He is now six feet under the ground.
Compliments of Humorous Interludes
Thanks for your great AABBA response… I’m still chuckling… and welcome here…
Hope to see you frequently with new witty poems…. Hahahaha. 10Q!
Thank you very much.
I’m with you 100 percent about clowns. They are truly creepy. I took my 3-year-old son to the circus (many years ago) and everything was fine until he saw the clowns. Then he became very scared and said to me, «Are they real? They’re not really real, are they?»
For me, it’s because I can’t see what the person beneath the make-up is really thinking. His facial expression might be an evil, hateful, I-want-to-kill-and-eat-your-children grimace but the make-up is smiling. It’s very disconcerting.
Thanks for commenting!
Yikes, what pictures. I never thought about clowns one way or the other, but your collection brings to mind the faces of horror and mayhem. I would definitely not want to meet one of these. A very interesting assortment of articles. Thank you.
Thanks to you for passing by… it has been a pleasure!
You have a wonderful blog!
well, I found them freaky/unusual/agressive too, because they are no normal clowns that out brain can digest…
if we go back in time, clowns come from ancient Egypt, where they were religious/psychological figures… the simple detail of painting one’s face makes the person weird…. it goes to the inner sense of fear, we are seeing a mask, but we have no idea what hides behind…. 🙂
I’m agreed with you here. There is something about clowns that is worse than zombies. Or maybe something that is the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people get a little nervous. There’s the pallor and the cakey mortician-style makeup, the shuffling and the untidy hair. But clowns are probably malicious, and they move fast on those little bicycles and in those little crammed cars. Zombies aren’t much of anything. They don’t carry musical instruments and they don’t care whether or not you laughed at them. You always knew what zombies wanted. But clowns … 🙂
😆 😆 I agree… they are strange 😀
I shouldn’t have read this so late at night. I’m gonna have nightmares. HATE CLOWNS!!!
There are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns…and clowns. They’re doing their best to live very serious lives, and they just happen to fall down sometimes; but yes nobody likes a clown at midnight… death’s gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. hahahahaha!
I hate clowns. I’ve mentioned that, right?
I’m with you. Clowns are to be avoided.
Yes.
I’m adding some facts about clowns that could be the roots of our dislike…
1. Today’s clowns have white faces because the first clowns centuries ago would kill children that didn’t laugh and grind up their bones. During this process the clowns face would become white with bone dust. Eventually, clowns were forced to stop killing children, but the implied inducement to laugh that the white face represented remains.
2. Clowns often rub themselves with a mix of cotton candy and liquid butter to hide their stifling clowny odor.
3. Although it doesn’t appear in his official biography, Kim Jong II ran off with the circus as a clown for several years as a teenager. His father found him and forced him to give it up. His dad did, however, allow him to keep his hilarious oversized clown pompadour.
4. Often, people who are alcoholics are drawn to clowning. The makeup and clown suits cover up most of the visible signs of alcoholism. Slurred speech, shaky hands and the inability to walk a straight line are all pluses if you are a clown. Hobo clowns were often just hobos picked up by the circus while drunk, put in makeup and allowed to wander freely through the circus tent. Also, alcoholics are able to get away without purchasing a red, bulbous nose.
5. Clown is a German word meaning “don’t leave the kids alone with that one.”
10Q! for the comment!!
I want to save your answer as the best I have ever had to a comment on a blog. Thanks!
Save it!
You know? I have much more fun with the comments than with the posts … Many of my answers are longer and more elaborate than the post itself. The problem is that people do not have time than for a casual conversation … When you don’t have, or feel that you don’t have, an extra moment to talk, and conversation is as foreign to you as hieroglyphics, do you have any chance of seeing your work, career, or life in a new light? You might be doing well in the race, but it’s the same race essentially down the same track with the same opponents that may prove to be less than sufficient in enabling you to get those kinds of things done that you want to have completed. They say Time goes. Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
Thanks for your comment!
I love this blog! Clowns carry too much baggage to be funny at all.
This blog is the place of my inventions, posts that are meant to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end 🙂 As clowns may be…
10Q! for commenting!!
I know you don’t post often, and I do wish you would. However, I do appreciate your presence when you drop by….
Thank you so much.
You are right: I don’t post often because I don’t expect you’ll hear me writing any poems to the greater glory of Ronald and Nancy Reagan. I mean writing is a very lonely business. You are totally cut off from the rest of the world, submerged in your obsessions and memories, and sometimes real life intersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi 🙂
Thanks for commenting!!
Ditto….
I’ve always disiked clowns.
There are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns…and clowns. Even other clowns hate clowns. Hahahaha!!
Welcome to the club and 10Q for the comment!
Reblogged this on power of h Weblog and commented:
I used to like clowns. Until I saw an episode of Seinfeld. Followed by a bio of John Wayne Gacy.
Thank you.
But just one consideration: The United States is the wealthiest nation in the history of the world, yet its inhabitants are strikingly unhappy. Accordingly, we present to the rest of mankind, on a planet rife with suffering and tragedy, the spectacle of a clown civilization. Sustained on a clown diet rich in sugar and fat, we have developed a clown physiognomy. We dress like clowns. We move about a landscape filled with cartoon buildings in clownmobiles, absorbed in clownish activities. We fill our idle hours enjoying the canned antics of professional clowns… Death, when we acknowledge it, is just another pratfall on the boob tube. Bang! You’re dead!
Wonderful post! … I don’t speak on it but I have a seroous fear of puppets. They are jerks
When I was a kid, I never saw a puppet show. I never played with puppets or had any interest in them. I hate puppets so much. Today we are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces. 🙂
Thanks for your comment!
My motto: A mime is an acceptable thing to waste
I have known heaven, and now I am in hell, and there are mimes… Don’t move mimes don’t generally attack unless they are threatened… Don’t anyone move. . . I think we’ve driven into a mimefield. Hahahaha!
Thanks for your comment!
What everyone likes Bozo….
Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever. But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright Brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.
Thanks for your comment!
clowns have always terrified me. beth
Yeah, there’s nothing funny about a clown in the moonlight 🙂
You are very right, I don’t either love clowns and I never have found them hilarious and didn’t understand why the were dressed up so ridiculous ! But I love Scooby do 🙂 !
Where Are You!!!
Yes I like Scooby-Doo…
Shaggy: The sea water’s boiling, Scoob, I wonder what pirates like in their stew?
Scooby: Rains?
Shaggy: Hey yeah, ghosts like chains, and what else? Oh yeah, some ashes from the stove, you know this could be real good? What else do pirates like?
Scooby: Robrebs?
Shaggy: Cobwebs! Aha, delightful. Now did we forget anything?
Scooby: Roap.
Shaggy: Soap? I hardly use it myself, but why not?
🙂 🙂 🙂
Hahaha……..that was very nice and thanks, I watched it always with my kids, we love it and let shoot the clowns ! 🙂
Shoot ‘Em Up !!! 🙂
BANG, BANG bang, ………I lost my gun ! No it’s not the solution, let’s ask directly to all of the Clowns to take of all their clothes and to remove their mask and Makeup ? Thanks 🙂 🙂 🙂 ! Xoxo
OK. It’s not the solution. Let’s say … take the clothes and the masks and shatter them to pieces, pour them into the stratosphere, or sink them in the depths of the sea, at least they are materials which might otherwise be used to make the clowns too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent 🙂 🙂
Yes let’s do it in this way, ……love it ! Wish you a very lovely evening and see you 🙂 !
Same for you!
This was a funny one! Classic: «I feel like I have done my part as a good citizen of the world to protect not only myself, but many of my peers, from having Halloween ruined by some freaky looking dork in big polka dotted pants, a Ronald McDonald ‘fro, and make up which is eclipsed in horridness possibly only by Michael Jackson’s.»
I’m emitting a series of uncontrolled high-pitched noises, accompanied by sharp intakes of breath of the sort normally associated with a seizure or heart failure. Hahahahaha! Yeah, it’s classic. Thanks for commenting!
You’re quite welcome. Thanks for the likes at my place.
Paraphrasing you “my words would my thoughts betray”. You shouldn’t thank me for the likes, which has been the easy part. Instead you could wipe a booger on my blog, not only to say you were here, but also to say thanks for having me over reading your tender poetry 🙂
Thanks a lot for all your comments! You are great!
Then let it be a mutual admiration society!
Let it be 🙂
Clowns….Someone once gave me a clown and others, upon seeing this one clown, decided that I must collect clowns and they began to multiply in my house like rabbits. I neither like nor dislike clowns.
I wrote a short series on «Clowns without Greasepaint» hoping people would see that our politicians are veritable clowns. I do not know if anyone agreed or disagreed; they only «liked».
I feel a little jealous: no one has ever given me a single clown … sigh! Do you think they did it for any special reason? Anyhow, that could be the reason you’re so funny.
I have to find some spare time to read your series. Maybe the problem has been men haven’t seen Dracula films [plenty greasepaint there] and they are not familiar with the term. Other people may be afraid of the NSA [surely they are now monitoring your blog]. In any case I believe, after reading your series, people will star to realize politicians are veritable clowns. What a disruptive idea! Myself never thought of politicians from that perspective, but I think you’re absolutely right. Your approach is really subversive. I’m also sure people that read your series agreed 100% with your view, hence the likes. If you authorize me, I’d like to write a post [in the future] following you line of thinking. People should know the truth!
Thank you for reading my little blog here. I do not have many followers and do not seek out any, to tell the truth. I want few to read, but to read…not just click that damn like button. I write for interaction and for myself. You seem to have a large audience and by reading your blog I can understand why and would love for you to expand the circle of people who understand that politicians are nothing but clowns without greasepaint.
The few post I wrote about this is called «Dear Mr. President»….I call the White House from time to time and the present President is the only one that I do not have one of the funny form letters from stating they would look into the problems I bring up….I am sure the NSA has been monitoring me for a long time and I really don’t care. You know a white collar prison is a free ride to healthcare, home, free t.v….lots of good things that we on the outside must pay for. It would be like going to a resort without paying. I think, but do not know for sure, that they have a lot of green space and probably shopping expeditions to spend the money they earn while we support them. It is just another welfare system life farm subsidies.
Hardened criminals, I agree with laws of other countries particularly if you know for certain that they killed someone don’t waste my money on long courtroom battles; just do the same thing to them; save with rape.
Rehab seldom if ever works but we send folk there and give the other folk money to do what? Give them false hope. My father was a very kind, funny alcoholic.
Send me your address and I will gift you with a clown! No joke.
Loved your comment and see the intelligence between the lines. Keep up the good work.
I pass the torch!
I pick it up (it may burn me though …)
I like your blog. I’m usually not interested in the personal experiences of people writing blogs, as are many of your post, but in your case I feel comfortable because you write it like it is, no ornaments, genuinely. In some passages, the first impression is that you must have been a tough person, an educated woman but tough, then deep down I think you have a very big heart, and that could be appreciate reading carefully all your writings.
As I told you before I fully subscribe politicians are clowns without greasepaint, and without many other things not so sweet, and provided I have, as you put it, a large audience, I’m planning to send a letter to Mr.
Osama, errr Obama, scolding him for his lack of tact with you [I’m planning to extortion him a bit, threatening to make public a joke about him:A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.
He asked, “What are all those clocks?”
St. Peter answered, “Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move.”
“Oh,” said the man, “whose clock is that?”
“That’s Mother Teresa’s. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie.”
“Incredible,” said the man.
“Where’s Obama’s clock?”
“His clock is in Jesus’s office. He’s using it as a ceiling fan.”
Or is he Muslim? (*) To check in Wikipedia…
I also agree that NSA should be monitoring you for a while… You see, Obama is very upset after Snowden landed in Moscow: He was eager to ask him about «My Privacy Settings on My Facebook Account» [now only Putin can enjoy this sensible info], so he doesn’t want more dissidents in America. Be advised!
Regarding prison, all you say is truth, but you also have to consider being raped there, I think they call it “to be somebody’s bitch”, and the most important: you can not blog! Besides, according your description, it seems a nice place. Come to think, I don’t understand why nobody wants to be there…
Regarding hardened criminals, I also agree. Look at me! I am stuck in my own computer. My family tried to make me go to rehab, but I say No…..No…..No. And now they are doing the same to me… I haven’t seen them for a week. I hear them laugh and, sometimes, other suspicious noises, but we did not cross each other in the aisle for days … you’re very right: Rehab seldom if ever works!
I also see we had same kind of fathers (not the same father). Mine was a very alcoholic kind, and not funny.
Well, I’ll stop here, because I have to work to feed the dangerous offenders who live in my house.
You’re the best!
I have to ponder my reply here to this hilarious (sometimes) reply and complimentary at times. I had to be tough to live in a man’s world; would give the shirt off my back; and fire you if you broke the confidentiality
Take your time!
Re confidentiality, you shouldn’t be worried. Nobody reads these blogs!
Have a nice weekend!
You think nobody reads? Neither do I except a few people. They go to the Reader (great WP invention) and click the «like» button as they go down the list of the hundreds of followers.
I pared my followers back by stopping blogging because I hated the «like»‘ button so much. Now I only have a few people but I think they read what I write and if they don’t, I want them to leave and stop clicking that button. If I follow a blog, I read that blog; that is if WP sends me the notification I requested to be sent. Sometimes, they do not, I have found.
If to many people follow this blog and only click «like» I will go away again back to the private hemisphere.
As you can see in my new posts there is no more “like” button (it still appears on the damn Reader, I can’t remove it from there…). In any case my attitude with blogging is always from the “private hemisphere” you mention. I haven’t begun blogging to suffer, but to enjoy my spare time. If the blog is read or not, I frankly don’t give a damn …
Incredible post…and fantastic photos. I never understood Coulrophobia (always thought it a bit of a joke) until a friend knew said he had it…and truly could not handle the sight of a clown. This post makes it a lot clearer. The story of one of your first memories, a classic. Never thought about it before, but clowns are a little creepy…
Thanks! They are 🙂 I believe the child’s laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown. Thanks a lot for commenting!
I adore clowns. Always have.
The art of conversation is the art of hearing as well as of being heard. Thanks for your opinion; it is as valid as any of the above (including mine) 🙂
Thank you 🙂
🙂
Well my iPad cut me off…more later.
clowns can be very scary-thanks for following-ana
Thanks to you!
Terrifying.
In their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker 🙂
Thank you for your comment!!
Sorry.
I also hate clowns, I can not stand then, every time I see one, I have nightmares at night.