Let me get this straight... this woman absolutely HAS to confront her deep-rooted fear of clowns, especially on television, because otherwise she can't go to the circus?
When did that become so overly important?
Lots of people lead exceedingly full and productive lives without ever going to the circus; circus attendance is not now, nor has it ever been, mandatory anywhere on earth.
Get over yourself. It's not for everybody.
I like clowns and I like the circus but I don't care for, say, the music of Celine Dion. I don't claim to "fear" it. I just don't care for it.
I deal with that by not buying her CDs, attending her live performances or watching her on television. Occasionally, I hear her music on the radio. When I do I don't scream or run or wet myself. I change the channel. Sometimes I am exposed to her music in a supermarket or an elevator. When that happens I suffer through it and deal with it without anyone around me ever knowing, for one second, how I feel about Celine Dion or her music.
Life is not about supplying you with an endless parade comprised only of the things that you love the very most.
"But if I don't run screaming every time the theme from Titantic gets played at a wedding reception, how will I ever be the center of attention???"
The answer is "You do not constantly need to be the center of everyone's attention"! Most people over the age of three, are simply not that obnoxious, juvenile and/or needy.
So please explain to me why then is it so imperative, other than the chance to get herself on television, that she overcome this crippling clown-fear "affliction"? It can't be simply be because it hinders her ability to sit ringside and stuff her ample face with popcorn and cotton candy and gawk each year when the circus comes to East Mooseknuckle, Nowheresville?
(And can someone please explain to me why the producers felt the need to use the absolute crappiest yama clown imaginable to help her "conquer" her "fear"?)
I understand that it must be tremendously difficult for her, I mean she's so completely mature, settled and fully intellectually-developed in every other facet of her life. It's not like she's some grown woman who waddles around clutching a stuffed animal like a full-diapered toddler... oh, wait.
Be that as it may, she is definitely not just some needy, slack-jawed, mouth-breathing, attention whore. She truely suffers from a very real (and not imagined or fabricated) fear, just like these other folks who are definitely not exhibiting infantile behavior like this just to get a free trip to New York and their 15 minutes of perceived "fame"...
Please! Stop giggling! These people deserve our understanding, sympathy and need our help!
So remember, if anyone in your family or circle of friends ever display anything approaching these behaviors please show them how much you care by giving them a moment of your undivided attention and soundly slapping them, good and hard, right in the face before they get the idea that it's acceptable to go out in public and make an unqualified ass of yourself by pretending to "suffer" from an "illness".
It's time for you to do your part to once and for all pop this ridiculous pimple on the left butt cheek of our "Hey! Look-At-Me" culture.
We see you, OK?
Now knock it off.