Joan Rivers is an unapologetic comedy bomb, setting people on fire, inciting people to spit venomous shades of phlegm.
She is the Socrates of our time, standing up for her principles, standing tall (though short) amid the fury of public response, as hemlock-laced words are hurled at her self-proclaimed plastic face.
What’s even more historical and poignant is how literally people interpret her comic style of puncturing the idiocy that is us.
Case in point: the Rhianna tweet.
Rhianna revealed in her interview with Oprah that she has a problem.
The problem is about loving someone who physically beat her.
This is called, “masochism”, and unfortunately, many women share this problem.
Joan pointed out that Rhianna is masochistic, using a humorous tweet to underline the point.
Joan obviously does not make fun of domestic violence.
Or as Joan herself might possibly say, “Stupid, stupid, stupid to say that Joan Rivers is laughing at domestic violence!”
Socrates may have been annoying, but I say thank God someone famous can slap us awake through humor and tell the truth in this phony time.
Joan’s truth and outrage are lucky for us.
Not everyone understands the truth, especially when it’s delivered by a woman with wit.
To quote the late Gore Vidal, “The worst possible thing is to be a woman with wit. They will hate you”.
She’s a professional comic icon.
It is a remarkable gift that she constantly bothers to offer her slap-across-the-sleeping face reality, and tops it off with the ultimate gift: laughter.
Who else has this talent, this platform, and cares enough to say something real?
Yes, Joan Rivers enacts her comedy outrageously.
I’m talking Joan-chaining-her-hand-to-a-Costco-shopping-cart-Rivers.
By the way, Joan Rivers is always taking on “domestic violence”, in the form of swatting away lies fed to the American public.
Yes, I believe systemic social lies are a form of “domestic violence”, not physical, but still.
Joan spares no one as she invites people out of the fog of lies.
That’s her schtick, her delivery system, and it’s not for everyone.
So, as they say, “I get it”.
Anytime Joan “Socrates” Rivers makes the news with a fresh quip about someone in the news, the comments section is ablaze with hatred for her.
Much of the vitriol is about her age. Hmmmmm.
Why the hate?
In 30+ years, if Jon Stewart chooses to use his platform to offer comic off-the-cuff commentary on the circus of humanity, will he be similarly reviled?
As an older man, we he be as easily dismissed and disdained as Joan Rivers is?
Even here, regarding hate, Joan Rivers is a fox who beats all haters to the punch in her excellent new book, I Hate Everyone…Starting With Me.
I want to be on the record for saying, as the stupidity in this country engulfs and invades more and more of what is offered as entertainment, there are very few funny people left standing, or even crouching.
Big problem for our intellectual and nervous system survival.
The real title of this piece was going to be, “For Christ’s Sake, it’s Joan Rivers!”, but in honor of editors empowered with choosing what gets published, and erring on caution, I’m duty-bound to report, I decided that the existing title has more PG punch.
What I still want to say is, For Christ’s Sake, It’s Joan Rivers!
In other words, wake up and enjoy her while you can!
Note to all women haters, obsessed with aging women’s bodies, why don’t you check your misogyny at the gaping hole of your brain’s mouth.
We live in a time when Joan Rivers, comic genius, is alive.
No one else, no other well-known celebrity, let alone comic pioneer, has the talent or the guts to keep it uncensored and flowing; to fearlessly give so much of herself, and to endlessly work on giving more and more, as does Joan Rivers.
No one ever will again.