One
of the first gigs I went on dressed as a clown in full white-face
make-up was what was called a walk-around in the petting zoo section
of the Buffalo Zoo as a member of the Buffalo Clown Alley in 1977. I was
unrecognizable. The children smiled. They were smiling at the
clown. I took it personally, feeling that the smiles were for me.
That made me warm and happy – just like the clown was making the
children happy.
There
were a lot of cute dads there too, also smiling at the clown. The zoo
is a popular place for divorced dads on their weekends with the kids.
The dads did not know the human they were smiling at. Since I was
unmarried at the time, it was a bittersweet feeling – available men
liking the clown while the available woman was invisible. Shucks.
Because
the costume made me less self-conscious about myself, I could be a
clown without worrying about judgment from others about my
looks – the divorced dads did not dismiss me for being not
attractive enough for them – they did not dismiss me for not caring
enough about my own hair/make-up/figure/clothing – they smiled at
the clown, who was me inside.
If
only I could be invisible all the time, hiding inside the clown,
making others happy and that being reward enough for my existence. Yeah, invisibility would totally be my choice for super-power.
But
there are those out there who do not like clowns. They think clowns
are scary. Children and adults alike fear the unknown that the clowns
seem to represent. And there have been so many instances in fiction
and real life where clowns have been evil. But clowns are not monsters.
Inside every clown is a real person.
Which
brings me to my sixth and totally personal statement of the words
that I live by in my philosophy of life:
Clowns
are people too.
Just
a smile from you might make all the difference between monster and
human!
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