If, as the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold, Rivers's nearly 40-year career has assured plenty a frosty meal. For eons she used to preface her cracks by asking the audience's permission to be catty: "Can we tawlk?" Later she would mock their jeers by imploring "Oh, grow up!" These days she punctuates her remarks with a plea for affirmation: "Am I right?" It's a necessary statement, she claims, because she is "so sick of hypocrisy."
Hypocrisy, huh? We wonder if Rivers herself sometimes fudges a bit on the truth while singing the praises of certain celebs' wardrobe choices. ("Neatness counts," she discloses, when asked for a key to being well dressed.) And who besides the scathing Mr. Blackwell is there to make a citizen's arrest when the funny gal commits a dreaded fashion violation? Actually in that case, such a citation wouldn't hurt too much. Rivers admits to being more of a shoe-aholic than a dressaholic. "I can't throw any away. It's terrible," she notes of her footwear addiction. "I can resist a dress. I cannot resist a pair of shoes." Which brings us to the question: What kind ...?