send in the clowns

[rkt]

i went out last night and had my phone number solicited by a clown. clown, as in the person came in wearing big shoes < insert joke here > , clown suit, make up, etc. after changing into street clothes, said clown gave me a blue balloon poodle.

after the clown left, this led to a discussion regarding the gender and sexuality of all clowns, in general.

so i take the questions to you, dear readers:

[Poll #525595]

by HONEST i don't mean what you think is the best / most proper answer - but what is your knee-jerk image that comes to your mind.

this poll is also, in lesser part, inspired by ggdsbuckeye's post regarding stereotypical americans.

Comments

[belladonnalin.livejournal.com]

I swear to god. I saw IT far too young and never really managed to get over it.

Even before that, I thought they were creepy. After?

I stopped going to McDonalds. As a KID. In MONTANA, where McDonald's was, like, the best offer we had.

*shudder*

[bike4fish.livejournal.com]

When I was a small kid I had nightmares about store manniquins (the ones in my dreams were always were female, with no heads - probably because I never went shopping with my father for clothes - so the only headless mannikins I saw were in the women's section). Somehow that same fear transferred itself to clowns in the real world - real-life store mannikins didn't frighten me. I would leave the room when clowns came on TV, though.

Apropos of nothing, when I was a kid in Wyoming, we only went to McDonalds because they would give away free hamburgers for A's on kids' report cards. I don't remember if Ronald was around at the time (yes, I'm ancient), but the place gave me the creeps, even then.