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 Clark’s balls. I believe we’re 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 di’int” variety of standup to packed stadiums — it’s 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
