Harmon Leon is an American journalist and humorist. He is an author of six books, a filmmaker, and has done some stand-up comedy. He has contributed to Esquire, Wired, Salon.com, National Lampoon, Maxim and National Geographic.
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- Hell is other people's babies. That's the lesson I learned when I ventured to the Eighth Annual America's Most Beautiful Baby Contest in Phoenix, Arizona. Outside, it's hot enough to fry baby food. But inside the bliss of a beautiful air-conditioned shopping mall, one baby will be judged far more beautiful than all the others, and displayed on stage like a little trained monkey. The grand prize awarded to the winning baby: a brand new car!
- The Harmon Chronicles (ECW Press, 2002), Section I, America's Most Beautiful Baby Contest, p. 17.
The American Dream (2008)Edit
Harmon Leon (2008) The American Dream Nation Books, 22 September 2008, ISBN 1-56858-352-4
- Adjusting my thick glasses and dropping my half-Chinese Austin Powers accent, I futilely try to defend myself (noting there's nothing worse in the world than being screamed at by a bunch of female celebrity impersonators).
- An Imposter Impersonator, p. 78.
- I'm stunned. Is this a trick to steal my shoes? Thirty-year carnie vet Wayne-o is offering me, me, a corn dog. I think I've officially been accepted as a fellow carny! We all want acceptance, and maybe that's the allure of the carny life—no matter how big of a freak you are in the outside world, if you work hard enough, you can be accepted as a carny.
- From the carny chapter, p. 62.
- Looking at the time, I can't believe the irony. Expecting a huge reaction, I announce, “Hey everyone, it's 4:20!” No one cares. No one looks up. On a pot farm, it's always 4:20.
- From the pot farm chapter, p. 283.
- Closer to showtime, the jovial crowd now arrives in droves. Laughing. Smiling. Until they hear the melodic sounds of “This Land Is Fagland,” being sung by small children. With the most vigor, even the tiniest join in, big smiles, swaying their heads like it were the Barney the Dinosaur song. The chubby, red-haired girl actually jumps while singing—she's that happy.
- From the Bible-thumping chapter, p. 158.