You wanted to be in. You wanted to be hip. Being out of sync with the latest jokester was a place that no hopeful up and coming preppie wanted to be. SO, you laughed. You didn't always think it funny when they made fun of the little blind girl, or the kid that walked kinda funny from polio; that was funny wasn't it, when the class clown imitated her limp.
So, you went along. You laughed on cue. You were "IN".
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Gene Redlin: A clown by any other name is still a clown. Hit 'em again, Gene.