Clown School Weekend 5.1: Toddler Logic

In which Our Hero discovers a new kind of intelligence.

Yesterday I saw a clown show. The second-year students performed scenes they had been rehearsing, and one moment in particular brought the house down.

Two clowns were locked in a strange duel of one-upmanship using nothing but bananas. The first clown sat down for dinner. The second pulled out a banana. The first summoned a waiter to bring him two bananas on a silver platter. The second peeled his banana with quiet superiority. The first snapped his fingers again and had the waiter grind fresh pepper over his bananas like they were a Michelin dessert.

And then came the pièce de résistance.

The second clown peeled a banana, attached a vacuum hose, and sucked the fruit straight into the machine. He then opened the vacuum’s little plastic compartment—the one where attachments live—and inside was a perfect, ready-to-eat banana. The crowd exploded. It was ridiculous. It was ingenious.

And I sat there thinking:

How can something be this dumb and this smart at the same time?

A friend of mine likes to say, “Clowning logic is toddler logic.”

I’ve mused on this for weeks. Yesterday, it finally clicked. It’s a theory. A remarkably precise one.

It explains why the banana gag was both silly and clever. It wasn’t adult intelligence at work. It was toddler intelligence.

1. Logic That Doesn’t Work (But Feels True)

In clown logic—just like toddler logic—objects don’t always behave according to physics or reason. But they do always have a logic.

A banana is shaped like a gun → so it can be a gun.

A banana is shaped like a phone → so it can ring.

An unpeeled banana enters a vacuum hose → the vacuum outputs peeled bananas.

The logic doesn’t hold, and yet it feels inevitable.

The clown isn’t being stupid. He’s using a different rule set.

2. Infinite Positivity and Grit

Toddlers fail to do the same task twenty times with unwavering optimism. They pick the block up wrong, drop it, pick it up again, grin, try again. They don’t even know someone might be embarrassed or self-conscious.

Clowns do this too. Failure is not a setback; it’s an ingredient. The clown delights in trying again and again. It’s part of the charm. The audience roots for them because they never sour, never collapse, never scold themselves.

A clown can fail joyfully, a kind of emotional intelligence most adults have misplaced. (Is this why we love to watch someone embrace the flop? Perhaps it’s just failing joyfully.)

3. Lack of Control; all is Fate and Luck

A clown sits at home. Someone rings his doorbell. The clown opens the door. He gets pied in the face. The door closes. The clown returns to his chair.

Three seconds later: ding-dong!

The clown opens the doorbell again, just as excited as before.

Clowns operate in this same looping causality. No matter their behavior, they’re going to get pied in the face.

A friend’s baby hates bath time. He will wail and scream, sometimes strategize and connive. But whatever happens, he always ends up in the bath.

4. Repetition With Heightening

Toddlers adore repetition. Say “boo” ten times, and the tenth might get the biggest laugh. Their neurons seem to knit new connections in real time.

Clowns use this too. A repeated joke—with slight heightening each time—lets the audience see the clown’s mind working. Each repetition says: “Look, I’ve learned something!” At some point it might stop being funny. Why knows why? But bring it back up later in an unexpected way? Hilarious.

The game grows because the player grows.

5. Invented Rules That Aren’t True

Toddlers create miniature physics for their world:

“Only mommy can open drawers” (perhaps because mommy said this one time)

“If I hop, you must clap.”

“Dogs are male, and cats are female.”

Clowns do the same. Everything cone-shaped is an ice cream cone. A microphone, a traffic cone, a wizard’s wand: all delicious. Entire scenes arise from treating objects according to invented, toddler-esque rules.

These rules create friction, miscommunication, and comedy because the audience watches the clown operate inside a world only the clown understands.

The Banana Returns

So why did the vacuumed banana land so hard?

Because the clown applied toddler logic with adult-level precision.

He located an absurd rule—”in the vacuum” means “in the vacuum”—and committed to it fully. The magic wasn’t the trick; it was the conviction. The childlike law was obeyed so faithfully that the result felt surprisingly “smart.”

And then, later, the same clown tried to feed cake ingredients into the vacuum and produce a cake from offstage.

This time, the audience didn’t bite.

Why?

Two reasons:

  1. We’re doing bananas, not cakes.

    The world of the scene had already established a rule: we’re playing with bananas. Switching to cake is like arriving to the toddler’s wizarding world as a sci-fi character. You tried, but it’s the wrong game.
  2. The cake came from offstage, not from the vacuum.

    The previous joke worked because in the vacuum means in the vacuum. Pulling a cake from offstage wasn’t “the logic continuing”—it was creating new logic that doesn’t even make sense. (If they had put bananas and a strawberry into a blender, then pulled out a strawberry-banana yogurt from that same blender, that would have worked.)

The banana moment worked because it honored the rules.

The cake moment didn’t because it ignored them.

The Closing Thought

Maybe clowning can appear stupid because adults forget how to use toddler intelligence.

Toddlers aren’t dumb. They’re just operating a different operating system—one built on delight, mischief, repetition, and possibility. And one where the rules of the world aren’t yet solidified.

A clown steps onstage and reactivates that OS.

And for a few minutes, the audience gets a fresh start too.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, my banana is ringing.

A Letter Home on our Upcoming Election

(An anonymous guest-post that the author shared with her family shortly before requesting I publish it here as an open letter. If you want to submit a guest-post of any shape, size, and topic, send me a message.)

Dear Mom & Dad,

This November, I will be voting for Biden/Harris.

I know that you don’t agree with this decision. It is important to me that you know why I made it. For all of these sections, I have rigorously researched and considered the options. I hope you’ll take a few minutes to read and consider my findings. I’m happy to discuss them further. 

In short, voting for Donald Trump puts my career, my health, my safety, and the planet at risk. I know this sounds extreme. I know this makes me sound like a sensitive snowflake/cupcake/lefty liberal. Despite this, I believe my conclusion is reasonable. I’m legitimately scared for what my future will look like if Trump wins in 2020.

My Safety

Since Donald Trump was elected in 2016, I have been sexually assaulted… more times than I care to remember.  One was a co-worker grabbing my ass and cornering me at a party. Some others were multiple men deciding their right not to use a condom was more important than our agreement to use protection. Earlier this month, a man literally non-consensually pinned me down and grabbed me by the pussy. 

When I’ve called these men out for their behavior, they all responded with the same words: “I was in the moment.” I don’t want to live in a world where that’s an acceptable excuse. Could you imagine if we lived in a world where that was an acceptable excuse for any other type of violence? 

These aren’t just bad apples. For the most part, these men are good people. They’re fitness junkies, music enthusiasts, and Ivy League graduates. They’re sons, friends, and brothers. Someday they may be fathers and partners.

Their behavior is more than their own: it’s a direct result of the culture we live in. 

We live in a world where the Proud Boys are operating on a core tenant of “Venerating the Housewife.” Not the stay at home parent. Not the wife/partner. The housewife, whose only permissible occupation is caring for the family.

We live in a world where if a man decides he wants to have sex with me at any time, even non-consensually, it would take a public and excruciating trial to attempt to enforce any legal repercussions. Where I have to expect continued sexual assault, in various forms, as a reality. And where I continue to “do nothing” in fear that any action I take will have severe repercussions. 

We live in a world where the president of the United States has laughed off the fact that he, and other men, can “do anything you want” to women and it’s okay because they “just let you do it” as locker room talk.

That’s not the world that I want to continue living in. In order to make this a reality, I need leadership who–at a minimum does not embody this behavior so blatantly and unapologetically–and at a maximum passes legislation to protect people like me. 

My Health & The Planet

This fall, I got the chance to explore Yosemite, one of the most beautiful corners of the world. Immediately after, I spent weeks trapped inside my apartment with a sore throat and burning eyes because the air quality was unlivable. Literally unlivable. The-sun-is-merely-an-orange-glow-obscured-by-haze unlivable. You’re experiencing the same suffering in Colorado as I write this letter.

Trump has pointed to poor forest management as the cause of these fires. This means he carries just as much of the blame. For 2021, Trump has reduced funding for state and private forestry programs by $12.48 million compared to 2020. Additionally, Trump has threatened to stop FEMA funding for victims of wildfires in California when over 60% of the forest in the state is federal property (and under Trump’s jurisdiction).  

Whether you believe in global warming/climate change is irrelevant. Whether you believe in forest management is irrelevant. In the case of the wildfires impeding your quality of life and mine, Trump is not practicing what he’s preaching and is not putting our money where his mouth is.

And just like how human intervention can make the problem worse, human intervention can make our communities healthier to live in. 

On the financial health side, a vote for Trump is a vote to make [my siblings] more likely to be ineligible for your healthcare. It’s also a vote that makes it more difficult and expensive for you to obtain health insurance outside of a traditional employer. I don’t want our family’s flexibility or health to be impacted that way–our lungs, our loves, and our lives.

My Career

On September 22, 2020, President Donald Trump signed an Executive Order effectively banning anti-racism and anti-sexism workshops in the workplace. You can read the official order from the White House here. I’ve read it. All of it. While some may interpret this executive order as having good intentions, my research has led me to believe that [interpretation] is misguided at best. At worst, it appears to me that the language in this order has been manipulated to prevent further progress for racial and gender equality in the workplace.

This executive order directly impedes my initiative to create a more inclusive and diverse culture at [my employer, a well-respected tech company].

As you both know, I’ve been working with the executive team to build our company’s first Inclusion and Diversity program. Our employees are predominantly white and male. There isn’t anything inherently wrong with that. However, it means that as a young woman in the company, I notice and fall victim to blind spots caused by unconscious bias at a significantly higher rate than most of my colleagues. For example, early in my time at [my employer], I realized that I was the only person being asked to take notes in meetings. While this is an important task, it also restricted my ability to actively participate. I gave my colleagues the benefit of the doubt, I didn’t think they were assigning this task (and/or expecting me to handle it without asking) maliciously. However, it was important for me to point out the pattern before a precedent was set. It’s possible, and understandable, that a colleague of mine could’ve gotten the promotion over me because they participated more in meetings. It’s also possible–and likely–that this task could follow me even if I was promoted. This is something that happens to many young women in their careers as a direct result of gender stereotyping (whether intentional or completely unconsciously!)

Fortunately, I felt comfortable enough to point out this pattern to my manager. Unfortunately, my manager was not equipped with the vocabulary, experience, or resources to feel equally comfortable in that conversation. This is understandable; I’ve been aware of this issue for my entire career. This was likely the first time he was asked to consider it.

Regardless of my good intentions, this conversation made my manager feel uncomfortable. My manager didn’t actively mean to impede my ability to participate and may have been embarrassed of this unconscious bias. 

Trump’s order states that “Government contractors shall not use any workplace training that inculcates in its employees any form of race or sex stereotyping or any form of race or sex scapegoating.” This includes content where “any individual should feel discomfort, guilt, anguish, or any other form of psychological distress on account of his or her race or sex.”

As of this summer, [my employer] is a government contractor. Under this order, a training that I helped organize–one that would help colleagues like my manager understand how a history of gender stereotyping continues to exist in our workplace and build habits to combat this harmful bias–could be seen as a risk for the company. While I am not asking that men feel discomfort on the account that they are men, I am asking that we explore unconscious biases that exist for many men due to their life experience. This in itself could be considered a stereotype. For our executive team, which consists of entirely white men (aside from our HR director who is working with me on this program), this equality-seeking program would likely be a risk they aren’t willing to take. 

The order claims that it was enacted to “promote economy and efficiency in Federal contracting, to promote unity in the Federal workforce, and to combat offensive and anti-American race and sex stereotyping and scapegoating.” 

For hundreds of years, assuming women were incapable of holding positions of leadership in corporate America was considered American sex stereotyping. Restricting conversation around our current challenges in the movement for gender and racial equality in the workplace directly restricts our ability to make progress. 

How much should I care about the economy if I can’t be an equal player in it? 

I Know It’s Hard

I know that Biden isn’t the ideal candidate. I know you have concerns about his family, his mental fitness, and his policies. For me, the importance and urgency of these criticisms fail in comparison to the concerns I’ve expressed above. I’d rather address these concerns for four years before the next election than with people being more comfortable assaulting me. 

I know you’re tired of encountering ignorant people saying awful things about the President. I know you’re tired of the left and the media ignoring the working class people in this country who are disadvantaged and under-served. I know you’re tired of empty promises from career politicians.

But I also need you to know that it’s crucial for me to vote for Biden/Harris and it’s also crucial for me that they win. In that, I have to ask that you reconsider your vote. 

Voting for Donald Trump is voting for men to continue to get promoted faster and paid more than me. No matter how hard I work. And preventing me from speaking about it. 

Voting for Donald Trump is voting to delay action that ensures we can breathe clean air and obtain affordable health care. 

Voting for Donald Trump is voting for a continued culture of locker room talk that validates the aggressive and sexually assaultive behavior of the men around me. 

This November, I’m asking you to consider my future over politics. I’m asking you to have my best interest at heart – as you have for my entire life. [I’m asking you to vote for Biden/Harris.]

With love, admiration, and respect,

Your daughter

The day I decided to trust myself.

On following others:

School is following others. Culture instills following others. Corporations, countries, and organizations require following others. Following others is not for the individual. It’s for the safety of the herd.

On freedom and the individual:

I need the freedom to express. I need the freedom to explore. I need the freedom to create. These are only taught by the world’s best teachers. Learn to learn from yourself or risk living someone else’s version of your life.

Just because it never happened doesn’t mean it isn’t true

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when my faithful Roadtrip Companion challenged me. “Compose the opening paragraph,” he said to me, “of completely fictional history book chapter.” I did. Here’s what never happened:

Released from bondage, but no longer welcome in the land they once ruled, the exiled Klimbaugh people went west, toward present-day Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan.

Their search for religious acceptance would frequently be met by hostility toward their unusual practices, most famously in the Great Hangings of Dushanbe. The Klimbaugh’s movements can be traced until 1400 BCE, after which most scholars agree that the pressures of their hostile surroundings, un-arable land, and lack of social acceptance drove the final vestiges of this once-great kingdom to assimilation or death.

“People say to me, “thank you for your service.” I say, “You ruined my country.”

“People say to me, “thank you for your service.” I say, “You ruined my country.”

or

Talk to the man in the reflective vest in line behind you at Whole Foods.

A non-fiction monologue. Not verbatim, but accurate.

I been a marine for 27 years. I went away to war and the country was Leave it to Beaver. I come back and the country’s run by bullies. It’s the fat girls who became HR directors.

People say to me, “Thank you for your service.” I say, “You ruined my country.”

Twenty-seven years ago, war starts and all the strong men go away. Who stays back? Weak men. Now, the strong men come back and they’re messed up in the head. Who’s in charge? The fat girls who were bullies in high school. These are the people who speed up to get in front of you on the sidewalk just so they can slow down. Me? I’m married to a 32-year old Indonesian woman. Muslim, never been with a man.

I said that to my HR director. I said to her, “It’s the fat girl mentality running this company. That’s why our turnover’s so high.” Since I said that, our turnover rate plummets.

I say to my boss, “I don’t care if it’s PC or not. I say what I think” and he gets that.

I been a marine for 27 years. I been burned, cut up. I say things, people get mad. People say they’re not politically correct. I say, “Maybe not for your country now, but my country’s older than yours and there’s still some of us left.”