Once, when I was a kid, I caught a glimpse of a preview for Stephen King’s It. You know the movie I’m talking about, if you’re of my generation, because this movie likely fucked you up as well. In It, from what I’ve been able to glean from being completely afraid to watch it after seeing a glimpse of a preview for the film in 1990, an evil that haunted a group of children returns to haunt them after they’re adults. One manifestation of that evil is Pennywise the clown, played by Tim Curry. Pennywise is a murderous, bulbous headed child-hunting being that lives in the sewers beneath a small town in Maine, and I’ve operated under the assumption that all other clowns also live in sewers and are evil but that maybe Pennywise was the most honest about it. Since my first terrifying encounter with Pennywise, I’ve avoided clowns on the off chance that they’d murder me.
I’m not the only one who has a mild case of coulrophobia because of Stephen King. In fact, I’ve never met anyone, child or adult, who professes an affection for clowns. I’ve never attended a birthday party that featured a clown. I’ve never heard of anyone going to a circus to see some hot clown action. Insecure college girls who will dress up as sexy anything for Halloween rarely choose to be a sexy clown.
A quick Facebook search for “clowns” led me to a results page featuring a group called “I HATE CLOWNS,” which has more than 205,000 fans as well as many smaller groups that boast members that actually like clowns. The largest of the pro-clown groups has a little over 1,000 members.
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