The only downside I can possibly see to doing this dare is breakouts from having all that greasepaint on your face all day, but I say getting pimples is worth $1,000,000. Plus, um, Noxema. On the other hand, the upsides of this dare are numerous. There’s the fact that you would immediately be fired from your office day job for coming in to work dressed, literally, like a fucking clown (unemployment $, bitchez!). Also, you could use your clown face to express whatever the clown deep down inside was feeling. On any given day you could be a happy clown, or a sad clown, a slutty sexy clown, or a high fashion clown, a wasting-your-talent-acting-all-nutty-instead-of-making-good-music-like-you-used-to clown, or a clown that doesn’t play that. I know there are lots of people who say they’re scared of clowns (I find it an almost annoyingly fashionable thing to say, sort of like talking about how lactose intolerant you were in the late ’90s was), but who cares? Your real friends will learn to get over it. And yeah, you’d have little kids coming up to you on the street all the time, but I expect you’ll quickly learn how to subtly dissuade their parents from letting them get too close (i.e., Act bonkers). I know — there’s a lot of stuff you cannot do when you’re dressed as a clown (eat in nice restaurants; not look suicidal drinking in a bar; seem sane) but the payoff makes it worth it, I think. So, as if it isn’t obvious, this is a yes for me. I’m down with clown.
