I attended the recent Joan Rivers performance, and the first word I heard from the stage caused me to wonder if I had gone to the wrong place. For two hours I and my fellow sufferers were subjected to what passes for humor on the Left Coast: a scathing commentary on the culture and the values that inform it that we “morons” in fly-over country have been reluctant to discard.
Yeah, it was so awful, I sat through the full TWO HOURS!
People my age sat in stony silence while the young, who have been conditioned by a culture on the skids to regard as funny any attack on the hypocrisies of their parents, responded with enthusiasm.
Because, IT IS FUNNY! It may not be what you like, but how in the Hell don’t you know what kind of humor Joan Rivers does ahead of time? I think you went on purpose so you could bitch about it later.
Listening to this crude, ignorant woman besmirch our magnificent Washington Pavilion caused me to contrast her performance with that of the Sioux Falls Symphony and being transported by the magic of Mozart or Mahler.
What’s next for the Pavilion? Mud wrestling or pole dancing? Would the place have to be fumigated after Rivers’ abuse of us innocents?
I’m disgusted, and so should you be.
I’m disgusted to, disgusted that you don’t know the purpose of a publicly funded entertainment facility – to entertain EVERYONE. I applaud the Pavilion for doing the show.