Sometimes it takes more than 140 characters to get your point across.
I’ve never been a fan of Joan Rivers’ comedy because it’s mean. She relied on shock value for attention and she depended on cruelty for laughter. I do not watch or support “Fashion Police” for the same reasons: it’s unnecessarily harsh and it propagates shallowness and hierarchy. Also, I’m a firm believer in that everybody should be able to wear whatever the fuck they want without criticism. It’s called self expression, which is a version of freedom of speech. So, according to the transitive property (thanks 8th grade geometry), self expression is a human right.
However, I have never heard Joan’s earlier things and I’ve heard they were good. I’ve heard they weren’t mean. I think, maybe, as her celebrity waned she resorted to saying inflammatory things for attention. The more famous and beloved the celebrity she tore apart, the more she stayed in the spotlight. But as humans we get desensitized; we get bored. So Joan had to ‘up’ her game. She thought she had to get exponentially meaner to keep us exponentially interested.
I do know that her husband committed suicide (please refrain from rude comments regarding this topic), and I do know that she has said her one regret in life was that she had no one to say ‘remember when’ to. She had no one who stuck around long enough for her to reminisce with. Now, that may be her fault; in fact, it probably is. But her remorse at having no one is enough to know she wished she could have had someone which is enough to know she wished she knew HOW to have someone.
Some people struggle with love, with intimacy. Some people have never been shown love so they don’t know how to love.
So when someone is cruel, consider these factors. Try showing that person love, for that person might not know what love is. Do not give up on that person, for it might take that person some time. And always consider insecurities- would Joan have needed to stay in the spotlight so badly if she didn’t have an enormous hole inside of her soul in need of such filling? Some choose drugs, some choose food, Joan chose fame (and plastic surgery).
Our job as humans is not to point out the holes in others but to fill them.
So don’t hate, my friends. Don’t hate even the haters. Love them, as that is the least- and the most- we can do.