Until yesterday, Joan Rivers was a living pioneer. Still relevant at 81.
Even remedial knowledge of her history in entertainment reveals that she broke the glass ceiling and often wore the pieces. Her professional successes and failures paved the way for others, and shaped the Joan we grew to know, hate, and love.
Nothing and no one was off limits–especially on the red carpet, where her insults often made more headlines than the fashion faux pas.
Memo to celebrities: wear thick skin under those million dollar dresses.
Of course, there was a softer and generous side to Rivers. She financially supported God’s Love We Deliver, an organization that provides meals to people who are too sick to shop or cook for themselves.
But most of us witnessed the no-holds-barred, brutally honest comedienne. The one who made us cringe, yet yearn for more.
She had chutzpah! Attacking even the most famous:
“Elizabeth Taylor’s favorite food is seconds.”
And she was self-deprecating:
“My best birth control now is to leave the lights on.”
Above all, she was a survivor. Today, she’d probably joke about her own death, and we’d laugh. After all, Joan Rivers lived, to make people die laughing.by