Exorcising my inner Joan Rivers

As I’ve blogged about earlier this week, I’ve been noticing some anxiety lately about doing things that are a bit outside of my comfort zone.

This anxiety takes a few different forms, and the ways I manage the ways that the anxiety crops up vary. One of the ways that the anxiety comes through is in thoughts meant to pull me back to my comfort zone in a very annoying way. Thoughts that if they were actually spoken by anyone else would have me pounding mad play on a loop in my head.

These include: “You’re too ugly and fat to do this. You’re setting yourself up to be ridiculed and punished.”

I tried a variety of tactics to combat these thoughts, and none of them were working for long. And then I remembered something that my new (okay, so, it’s been more than six months now) therapist said to me in her supremely comforting book- and art-filled home office. She said it sometimes helps people to externalize these thoughts and assign them to another entity, to give that entity a name and sometimes even a physical form, like a figurine, and to interact with it.

Being made of about 75% imagination, I loved this idea. I mulled it over. It came to me that what I was dealing with was my inner Joan Rivers.

I don’t know Joan Rivers.

But I hate her.

Yes, hate is a strong word. There are a few things I hate, and a few people I hate, and Joan Rivers is up there.

She reminds me of the things my grandmother, aunt and sometimes even my mom said that made me so uncomfortable and self-conscious. There’s a whole set of values that places humor above kindness, a fake “truth telling” above human dignity, a “knocking down” of people for their entirely human traits. Her success is built on cruelty. She’s the polar opposite of me in most every way I can imagine. That we are both Jewish women is not something I can control, but if she were to take up Scientology or another religion, I would not miss having her as part of my “tribe.” If you think she’s funny, I won’t judge you, but I think her form of humor is like a nasty weapon that is best used only under the most dire circumstances, not fired off at people solely for entertainment. It’s not that I lack empathy of the things she’s lived through in her life. But I still hate her.

All the harder to have an inner Joan Rivers that has me as its primary target. But when I realized that ascribing that inner annoying “don’t go there!” voice, I laughed out loud. So did new therapist when I told her. I practiced holding inner Joan Rivers in my hand, noticing how small she was. I practiced leaving her outside when I went to dance. I practiced shoving her in a drawer at work.

But then, she was quiet for a good long while. And I actually forgot about her. Until I started taking a few bigger risks. And then there she was, saying “Oh my God, you aren’t going to put that picture on the web are you?” or “Who would listen to a fat, ugly slob like you?” Only I forgot it was her. Until yesterday, and again, I found myself laughing.

So today, the goal is to identify when my inner Joan Rivers is speaking. To decide whether I want to laugh at her ridiculous tactics meant to “put me in my place” (ostensibly, like my aunt and grandma, to keep me from getting hurt by having too high expectations or being put down by others) or to tell her to shut the hell up. I have the option of putting some tape over her mouth, shoving her in a desk drawer, leaving her outside in the cold, come to think of it, I could put her in the freezer.

I do have a very hammy part of me that would love to be a stand-up comic. So, that inner Joan Rivers would be a valuable asset when dealing with any hecklers. Or unleashing on someone who truly deserves it. But not on me. And not now.



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5 responses to “Exorcising my inner Joan Rivers

  1. ZOMG! I totally heard Joan Rivers’ annoying voice when I got to those quotes! You have identified your inner demon well, Grasshopper.

    Oh, and kudos for realizing how she will be useful once you get her to stop beating up on you.

  2. Fantastic! I loved this! I may have to think up my own. Ha-ha!

  3. Mulberry

    High five!
    I’ve hated Joan Rivers even longer than you’ve hated her, if only because I’m older than you. I remember her telling jokes when I was a little girl, and she couldn’t tell jokes. She would rush through them as if she were late for an appointment somewhere. Her later outspokenness about fat-hating did nothing to endear me to her either. As far as hating on people, even Don Rickles was better.
    You picked a very fitting entity to “die it” and exorcise.

  4. Oy! Does this post speak to me!

    I’m so glad you dropped by my blog and left the wonderful comment. I think I’m going to love your blog too, because yes, I too am a liberal, Ashkenazi Jew, who’s profoundly agnostic, loves singing at shul and thinks that Buddhism makes a heck of a lot of sense.

    And I think your pink tights are to die for!

    Rock on, sister.

  5. yes lets banish her from the tribe! 🙂

    great post and great idea. I have a very strong inner critic voice not unlike the one you were mentioning… hmm… I wonder who my outside person would be I need to give it some thought.

    What you said about human dignity really resonates with me. This past year I have been thinking a lot about human dignity and respect for each person. Where I live (cough hack philly) it sometimes feels that people on teh street or in the car are unecessarily cruel. People are just downright mean to one another and sometimes I day dream of Montana or somewhere where anonymity is impossible, perhaps forcing a hand to treat another with basic kindness. It doesnt have to be this way and I wonder was it always so? has it gotten worse? am i delusional? or is it 11pm and my bedtime? lol

    keep writing love it.

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