One of my all-time favorite icons passed away unexpectedly. She was as active as ever. Still tossing her barbs out, she had just written a book, was starring in two television programs and a podcast, and was still delighting audiences including myself in her stand-up performances (I saw her three times, the latest this past February at Atlanta’s Symphony Hall), plus she was hawking her very successful QVC merchandise. Her energy amazed me, and I had to keep reminding myself as we watched her recent performance that she was an octogenarian.
“I don’t exercise; if God had wanted me to bend over he would have put diamonds on the floor.”
Her jokes were often salty and politically incorrect, but her favorite target was definitely Joan Rivers. Her constant joking about her numerous plastic surgery procedures and gravity’s effect on her aging body, the fact that she was ugly (“Bow-wow! Arf-Arf!”), or fat, or old… And, of course, one must ALWAYS marry rich, no matter what:
“The problem with marrying for money is that you end up earning it.”
Now, arguably, much of what came out of Joan’s mouth is not appropriate to include here, and she was constantly garnering attention because of her politically incorrect or just plain crude statements. I always thought she got a lot of flak, though, for saying things that male comedians could say with impunity.
“The first time I see a jogger smiling, I’ll consider it.”
“My mother kept asking ‘why can’t you be more like your sister?’ My sister had died at birth.”
I must admit that I have winced and even pouted at things she said at times during the all the years I’ve listened to Joan. But, I know what Joan would say to me:
“Oh, GROW UP!!!”
Joan, you made me laugh until I cried. You will be missed.