God, I’m not even a Juggalo. But this is alienating. I get that fuckin’ magnets is funny! That’s universal, that’s sacred. Jokes about fuckin’ magnets are not offensive to me.

But bullshit like this is just lampooning a subculture that arose from poverty and some of the most fraught race relations in the country. I am not a Juggalo, but that is very real to me. It makes me feel like I’m in a fishbowl. Because the jokes that you make at Juggalos’ expense (other than, you know, Magnets) are really jokes about the material and geographic conditions of my own life. And it makes me feel like I’m in a fishbowl, and it reminds me that some people (me) can’t participate in a lot of art culture and subculture.

Given the choice between Making A Spectacle Of Poor White People For An Audience That Doesn’t Understand The Context and Not Making Poor White People And People Of Color Feel Really Uncomfortable, people like this will always choose the former. Why?

I know it’s just Juggalos, but, like, God, white girls, shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up all of you.

You can only make jokes about Juggalos if you are from Michigan. You can never make performance pieces inspired by Juggalos.

(Source: pitchfork.com)