I’m Not A Murder Clown I’m Just Really Into Knives
Your assumptions are hurtful and unfair
I blame the media. Television, movies and books have all decided there’s something sinister lying beneath our makeup and shiny noses. Modern storytellers can’t allow anything in this world to remain pure and untainted, so they’ve done all they can to paint clowns as homicidal maniacs. #notallclowns
Most of us just want to make people laugh and laugh and laugh and die and laugh.
If a normal person was super into knives, no one would find that creepy. They’d just be like, “Old Uncle Bob sure has an interesting hobby!” But when a clown can’t stop tweeting about the razor sharp blade on their Wusthof 8-inch chef’s knife, everyone gets all nervous.
Maybe I like to slowly slice tomatoes until their red, juicy insides run out all over the table? There’s nothing abnormal about that. Then I photograph the results and turn the saturation way up, not to mimic anything terrifying, but because Instagram demands drama. I wish people would stop with all the shocked emoji responses.
They’re having emotional reactions based on my identity as a clown. They don’t even know that I could probably debone a small human in roughly twenty minutes. If I was a normal human being, I could talk about that all I wanted…
