Sassy women were not accepted so easily then, especially when the feminist movement was erupting and women were finding their voice and men were still suppressing them. Rose and I could relate because we knew when the arm dropped on that record player and the needle landed in the first groove, she'd speak her mind. She said what we were thinking and could not say to anyone but each other.
My mom and I were at the airport one day when she came through. I nudged my mother and said, "Oh look, that must be an impersonator. This gal is too tiny."
She was under five feet tall, probably weighed 85 pounds and she had her pert nose in the air. She looked back at one of her Yorkies trailing behind and gently tugged the leash of the one in front, until they were all walking together, taking up half the width of the concourse.
"OMG, Mom! That's really her!"
Yes, it was Joan Rivers arriving off an international flight, and I was thirty feet from her, and completely speechless.
Her humor was crass and biting and sometimes mean spirited, but Rose and I could sure nod in agreement at her "men are such..." jokes.
Thanks, Joanie for the laughs at a time when I really needed to laugh.