Ladies, its all about beauty, beauty, beauty. I spit on education. A man will never slide his hand up your skirt searching for a library card. Joan Rivers.
When other female comics were wearing bad vests and filling their stage time with topics like cats, how hard it is to find a man, or chocolate, Joan Rivers was strutting around in couture with her tits hiked up to cheekbones, cursing about Dick Clarks balls. I believe were all better because of this.
The notorious workaholic has spent the past few decades fervently filling her time with projects. Movies, galas, performances of her signature oh no you diint variety of standup to packed stadiums its enough to make most people feel empathetic exhaustion. Rivers, of course, simply thanks coffee enemas for her youthful spirit, even if she can never go back to Starbucks. You can catch her salty shtick Wednesday at 8 p.m. at the Kravis Center (701 Okeechobee Blvd., West Palm Beach). Tickets cost $60. Get them at kravis.org.
Wed., Feb. 17, 8 p.m., 2010