This is not an April Fools joke. I wish that it was, because once upon a time the "rap" duo Insane Clown Posse was actually a part of my life.
Listen, I was 13, OKAY? We all have bands and clothing styles of which we are not proud. Did I wear black Jnco jeans that billowed out wider than a windsail? Yes. Did I wear them to this weird club/rec center for middle schoolers every Friday night? Yes. Did I dress up like a damn clown for Halloween because I thought Violent J wasn't a complete embarrassment? YES.
But that's life and it's peppered with cringe. My cringe may just be a little cringier than yours, that's all. Today, the only remnant of ICP is that "magnets, how do they work joke" (it's still a great joke, though), but once upon a time I didn't know better. I thought two clowns from Detroit who drank Faygo and rapped about killing people with hatchets was something worthwhile, and that fact that my parents (rightfully) hated it was just icing on the cake.