On Joan Rivers and female comedy

Well, whoever said that women aren't funny isn't sharing my reality although, as with anything in this society, men contrive to control everything through illusory assertions which, in the stratagem of forced repetition, most of us seem to accept as the stereotypical reality.
It's not - it's just product.
I made a statement on Facebook about Joan Rivers representing America metaphorically - plastic on the outside and cynical within which was a joke, of course, although I do harbour a very jaded opinion of America which is founded unfairly on what its so-called leaders do and say rather than the kaleidoscopic ethos of its colourful citizens who retain that magnificent quality of self deprecation and a vision that looks behind the bullshit.
And it's through the agency of comedy, particularly, nationally introspective parody that so many of us can laugh at ourselves although that process is so often laced with pathos at what we've collectively come to represent that the laughter might just be tinged with a touch of shame and inevitably, catharsis.
And sure there may indeed be far too many male comedians comparative to the female counterpoint so in that sense, Joan Rivers is iconic in that she is harsh, shameless and takes no prisoners just as Bill Maher, George Carlin et-al have always done - comedy has become socio-political commentary and has forged the essence of many a nation's conscience.
And as in days of yore, men have always known (at some level) the innate inner power of the feminine principle, the goddess energy - that which not only creates but enshrines the desire to nurture life and this has been perceived as a threat to that physical, bombastic, pervasive and illusory might that men have, for millennia, fought to maintain.
As life and our world continue to unfold and evolve, I think we all know (whether we care to admit it or not) that this feminine principle is the positive force that glues it all together despite the legacy of male destructiveness which has brought us to the brink of cataclysm and would have us continually poised there in a state of fear as a means of maintaining that male dominated "control".
I think "authentic" people help smash that illusion and perpetuate the freedom that cannot be compromised - that of our spirit where our strength and humour lie.
Joan may appear in a package of colourful nipped, tucked, superficiality but what lies beneath and what issues forth from those botoxed lips is the truth and there's the rub. The paradox of the parody.
Men currently and fragiley perpetuate a world of unsustainability which inevitably will be saved by the feminine principle and that, I do believe, is the real joke as the last laugh will be on men.
And the funniest woman on the planet is actually my wife. She makes me laugh in ways that every person should laugh - from the belly. And in laughter there should always be love.