All this from a woman with enough plastic in her face to recycle into a park bench. I’m not sure where they’re going to bury her; she’s going to take forever to decompose. Aside from all the prosthetics, there’s the formaldehyde to worry about. Plus, I hear spite is a wonderful preservative. (There you go, Joan, How’s your medicine taste?)
My heart goes out to Joan Rivers’ family for their loss…but this woman made a legacy of insulting and belittling others. She was unapologetic about the constant racist and sexist slurs she splashed all over Twitter and television. Whatever positive contributions she might have made are far outweighed by her piss-poor attitude toward other human beings.
And calling it “comedy” doesn’t excuse it.
Joan Rivers is not a feminist icon. Joan Rivers is a bitter, disrespectful person who took every opportunity to publicly tear others down and didn’t care about what feminism actually means: respect and support and equality for ALL women, full stop.
Rest In Peace, hag.
Again, i want to emphasize that I’m very sorry for her friends and family currently grieving.
But even when I first saw the headlines for her death, the first thing I thought, “wasn’t that the woman who constantly insulted people for how they dressed?”
While it’s not a sin, this woman sure was terrible. (And no, I don’t feel that terrible about saying it this close to her death. I don’t want people like this being glorified just because they die.)
Humans ALWAYS do this. Make heroes out of people once they’re dead and gone no matter HOW they treated their fellow humans while they were alive. I can’t stand it. I DO feel horrible for her friends and family. But I refuse to glorify someone when what they were mostly known for was being terrible to people, and criticizing women’s looks and weight. Ugh. Nasty.