I must admit I am nervous about getting Alzheimer's. Once it hits, I might tell my best joke and never know it.
Joan RiversRead
You know you're getting old when you buy a sexy sheer nightgown and don't know anyone who can see through it.
Interpretation
This quote humorously reflects the reality of aging and how perceptions of attractiveness change over time.
Joan Rivers' quote highlights the humorous side of getting older, pointing out how desires for youthful expressions of attraction, such as wearing revealing clothing, become somewhat ironic when there is no one around to appreciate them. It underscores both the reality of aging and the way our self-image shifts as we transition through different life stages.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a birthday celebration to add humor about aging.
I must admit I am nervous about getting Alzheimer's. Once it hits, I might tell my best joke and never know it.
"I've learned what's funny verbally ain't so funny on e-mail: They don't hear your intonations. Melissa broke up with somebody over that. She tried to tell him: "That was a joke!" But he just didn't get it. Mick Jagger said, "F- 'em if they don't get the joke." And I love him. That comes with age: Knowing it's their problem, not mine."
I enjoy life when things are happening. I don't care if it's good things or bad things. That means you're alive.
Life goes by fast. Enjoy it. Calm down. It's all funny.
Life is so tough. I don't know how old you are, but I've seen so much in a wink. One phone call and your life is changed forever. We all know that. You better laugh at everything.
I walk on a stage, and I know if it's been a good show or not. You know when it's been a good interview. No one has to tell you. You know it. You feel it. You can feel the air. You can feel everything about it when it's a good show. And you know when you've messed up.
Clarinets, like lawyers, have cases, mouthpieces, and they need a constant supply of hot air in order to function.
Just making the crowd laugh is not really doing things for me anymore. That's just knowing how to kill; I've learned how to kill - but also learned when a crowd's laughter is meaningful.
I was in analysis. I was suicidal. As a matter of fact, I would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian and if you kill yourself they make you pay for the sessions you miss.
Biologically, I'm 10. Chronologically, I'm 33. In hockey years, I'm 66.
A clever conjurer is welcome anywhere, and those of us whose powers of entertainment are limited to the setting of booby-traps or the arranging of apple-pie beds must view with envy the much greater tribute of laughter and applause which is the lot of the prestidigitator with some natural gift for legerdemain.
A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.
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