Why would anyone pay to see a bearded lady in a freak house when you can go to Coney Island and see her for free? And not just a bearded lady, oh no! You can see a lot of people that make you reevaluate your standards for normality and freakishness. I saw bearded ladies and beardless men in stockings, fat girls with fish tails and thin girls with three breasts on their chest and four on their bottom, bluish African Americans and greenish Mexicans, guys with two-feet-tall golden hairdos filled with shrimps and seahorses and girls with purple tentacles and blue spikes coming out of their bodies. I saw so many half-naked fat people that it will last me a lifetime and so many guys in stockings that I will never look at them the same way; and nor will daddy (the stockings I mean).
You know I am an open-minded guy and I am all for diversity and all that stuff but there's still one thing I just don't get. How could anyone bash Star Trek after walking the boardwalk of Coney Island? I mean, that's not even hypocritical anymore. That's just plain stupid.
