My Grandma Claire grew up with Joan Rivers in 1930s Brooklyn. Joan’s dad was her doctor, and they would play together in the waiting room. As the years passed, Joan’s age started to miraculously reduce in numbers while my Grandma’s kept growing. The Curious Case of Joan Rivers, aging in reverse. While Grandma loved calling Joan out for this age discrepancy, she loved Joan even more for the traits they shared in common, both brutal truth-tellers, sharp tongued Jewish yentas, survivors. It’s sad to see my TV Grandma pass on - Joan was always there to watch out for me after school when I would run home to catch her on E! dishing post-Emmy fashion coverage, typical middle school boy stuff. I always assumed my Grandma and Joan were immortals, destined to roam the earth calling out unsightly double chins and manboob-revealing sweaters til the end of time. Ill have to leave that to my real grandma now.... Well miss you Joan!
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 20:21:37 +0000
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