Death of the Freak show
The Freak Show used to be appealing because they actually seemed like freaks at the time.
Now, they’re considered supremely talented. Sword swallowing? Fire breathing? A woman growing a full beard? These are serious accomplishments in today’s climate. At least they’re doing something.
Now the Freak Show is spread out, with individual performers in charge of their own gigs. While the traditional freak show still captivates, we no longer view the talent as strange. How could you? When right down the street is Charlie Zelenoff, deranged 221-0 boxer, according to his website. Or Corey Goode, who speaks to Blue Avian aliens. Or the Cash Me Ousside girl. These characters dominate the space that used to be controlled by wolf boys, which are now in the mainstream’s vogue.
And the selection is unlimited, like Netflix for character study. Youtube Mel, the Reptilian shapeshifting housewife. Or Sexy Vegan, the Beautiful Vegan Messiah. Not that I’m actually encouraging you to waste anymore time staring into the black cube of Saturn. But if you are going to be hypnotized anyway, you might as well be observing the world’s freakiest side shows.
Appearing on the Doctor Phil Show is now the inadvertent takeoff point for dim witted outcasts, so long as they have a shtick.
Fifteen minutes of fame is more than a Chris Crocker could have otherwise dreamed of. Don’t like that example? How about Coppercab? Or Rachel Dolazal?
Ladies and gentlemen, the freak show of old is dead. Basic oddities like deformities and inconvenient body hair are no longer enough to satiate the hungry consumer’s appetite. A more immersive approach is required to secure freak hood in this depraved environment. The basic list of requirements include; Lack of self awareness, lower than average IQ, narrow viewpoint, and of course, diagnosable mental disorders.