Joan Rivers Is Dead
Here’s the deal: I’m going to remember the Joan Rivers who was a trailblazing comedienne, someone so strong that she transformed comedy for women almost single-handedly, a genuinely funny and heartfelt person. And I’ll be sad she’s dead.
The other Joan Rivers, the one unleashed by the Internet? An almost-forgotten relic of the old days suddenly reinvigorated by Twitter? The one who seemed to thrive on the nastiest of insults, a professional troll, who fobbed off actually hurtful statements with, “Well, it’s just comedy!” and then bristled whenever anyone called her on her shit? The reverse George Takei, the person who seemed to really thrive on getting under people’s skin and drawing blood?
I won’t be sad to see that Joan Rivers gone.
So I’ll just delight in her early success, and I’m glad she had a good life, and I’m proud of what she did to forward comedy. Thanks for that, Joan.
The rest, I’ll leave unsaid.
You don’t know Joan River’s comedy if you think that her insults and sarcasm just popped up with the twitter generation.
Nobody gets a second wind that lasts like hers if they are awful and irrelevant. You call her a relic but she had new fans discovering her daily and loving her crass, funny, tell it like it is, comedy.
I enjoyed her comedy and really hoped she recovered just to her her jokes about “Going into the light”… “but Liz Taylor’s was blocking it… I can only imagine what we missed. The Micheal Jackson jokes alone would have been priceless. Too bad.
The rest, I will leave unsaid, Ferret