I don’t know, maybe there was a brief period of time after I was first introduced to Joan Rivers via my television set that I didn’t despise her. I may have thought she was somewhat charming and funny and irreverent. I can’t remember. All I really remember is the plastic surgery and the vanity and the right-wing politics and the palling around with the nation’s most famous Birther, Donald Trump.
Peggy Noonan explains why I hated Joan Rivers better than I ever could. If you want me to hate you, try making a career talking about other people’s clothes.
I recognize that Joan Rivers touched a lot of people in a lot of ways and she can’t be reduced to a Ronald Reagan-adoring, Steve Forbes’ chateau vacationing, best-buddy of Peggy Noonan. But, to me, she was the worst of the worst.
I held her in the highest contempt.
I’m not pleased that she has died, but I have absolutely nothing positive to say about her life or career. I thought she was a dreadful human being.
