Friday, September 5, 2014

It's Been Done** --- Day 3/234

Walk: Union Square art galleries
Distance: 3 miles and take yoga class

Ciwt liked Joan Rivers.  She remembers her in that small Upstairs at the Downstairs room she played in the early New York days.  Right out of the suburbs - A-line skirt, pumps, sweater set, beehive, there may have even been pearls.  And, even then, that mouth combined with the right on topics and such intelligence.  A combination of endearing and outrageous.

Of course the outrageous won out and sometimes on TV her shrill bite  could be alienating. Especially when she was being a self-appointed fashion maven. Let's face it, taste truly wasn't her strong point. And what can you say about that face? But Ciwt saw her about a year ago just down the block at the JCCSF, and, all mixed in with the brilliant potty (some would say cruel) mouth, wig and plastic surgery, there in person was that bedrock endearingness. Ciwt was glad to encounter that again after all the years.

**"I've learned: When you get older, who cares? I don't mince words, I don't hold back. What are you gonna do to me? Fire me? It's been done. Threaten to commit suicide? Done. Take away my show? Done! Not invite to me to the Vanity Fair party? I've never been invited!"   ---  Joan Rivers

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