coulrophobia
NOUN
mass nounrare- Extreme or irrational fear of clowns.
Excerpt from longer article in Wikipedia:
"Clown costumes tend to exaggerate the facial features and some body parts, such as hands and feet and noses. This can be read as monstrous or deformed as easily as it can be read as comical. The significant aberrations in a clown's face may alter a person's appearance so much that it enters the so-called uncanny valley, in which a figure is lifelike enough to be disturbing, but not realistic enough to be pleasant—and thus frightens a child so much that they carry this phobia throughout their adult life.[3]"
"Clown costumes tend to exaggerate the facial features and some body parts, such as hands and feet and noses. This can be read as monstrous or deformed as easily as it can be read as comical. The significant aberrations in a clown's face may alter a person's appearance so much that it enters the so-called uncanny valley, in which a figure is lifelike enough to be disturbing, but not realistic enough to be pleasant—and thus frightens a child so much that they carry this phobia throughout their adult life.[3]"
Not that, in my wildest dreams, I EVER aspired to be a freakin' CLOWN (the antithesis of every life ambition I had,) When I found myself to be the sole parent and provider for three amazing young lives, I recognized the lucrative mix of cash and employment security directly connected to the profession on a local level as irresistible. So, as my history continues, in spite of my higher aspirations to become a worldwide acclaimed serious and formidable artist. And actually, a significant frequency of publicity, albeit local, is something...right?
Usher-in here the head-of-household-necessitated birth of Cotton the hometown clown, then inform all my creditors that the check is in the mail.
Usher-in here the head-of-household-necessitated birth of Cotton the hometown clown, then inform all my creditors that the check is in the mail.
Featured in News & Observer
September 2017
BY JOSH SHAFFER:
Based in Raleigh, Tricia Cotton Dean has performed across the Triangle as Cotton the Clown for decades, recipient of.numerous awards on both a local and national level.
When audiences invariably ask if she’s seen “It,” Dean said, “Ooo. Pennywise? Oh, yeah. Mmm, he’s a cutie.”
Dean graduated from the North Carolina School of the Arts without any intention of being a clown.
She prefers intellectual humor over slapstick and did musical programs for kids at museums, libraries, schools and on the coffee shop circuit, she said.
After four or five months though, she found her offered family entertainment sold much better when she packaged herself as a clown.
But, Cotton the Clown stopped painting her face white years ago.
“I do not understand the origin of that fear,” she said. “It’s just. It’s got to be, really? Very? What’s the word I’m trying to think of … it’s like … it’s real, basic.”
That base terror must stem from a repulsion ingrained into the bedrock of such psyches, she said.
Cotton lost her makeup forever after a day spent performing at a street fair in Wake Forest during the mid 1990s.
That day, Cotton clowned down the street encountering a 75-year-old woman, who upon seeing Cotton the Clown – in full white cosmetic, red-lipped glory – panicked, screamed and with unusual agility for a woman her age, threw herself behind her companions.
“There are people who like clowns and ones who don’t like them,” Dean said. “I think there are certain people, for one reason or another, develop this fear of not being able to see a person’s real hair and real face. I wish I could help them.”
😔CANADA'S COTTON THE CLOWN😔
(There's only SO MUCH I can do)
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