Button Terror

So, what are you afraid of? Snakes a la Indie, spiders a la every chick alive… or maybe clowns? Go watch Killer Clowns from Outer Space and tell me you aren’t afraid of clowns. Snakes, spiders, and definitely clowns are all terrifying, but how do you feel about buttons? No, not our wonderful H&H buttons (technically, those are considered pins), but the cute, colorful, four-holed bits of plastic that keep some women’s boobs from bursting out of their shirt.

“For me touching a button would be like touching a cockroach. It feels dirty, nasty and wrong. When I was younger my brother used to tease me by opening my mum’s button tin. I hid in my bedroom until he put them away.”

When Gillian Linkins, 22, was younger she would refuse to wear her school blouse because the intensity of her fear. Her boyfriend can only wear clothing with zippers, and she refuses to be in the same room with anyone wearing the nasty little plastic monstrosities. I can’t imagine how going out in public works; trips to the craft isles must be particularly horrifying.

I no longer feel weird for being unnerved by clowns. My fear has been trumped!

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Author: Smashie

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