Trash Talk: Joan Rivers vs. Chelsea Handler
The lady fangs are out. Comedians Joan Rivers and Chelsea Handler have had a contentious relationship for awhile. They have often publicly and privately taken jabs at one another -- and this week was no exception. While on Howard Stern’s Sirius XM show on Monday, Chelsea was asked about her reaction to Joan’s recent criticism of her, to which she responded, "What the f*ck do I care about Joan Rivers?" The liquor-loving late night host then went on to relay an incident at a recent Comcast party where Joan made a speech where she took some digs at Chelsea for acquiring a new stage, which was formerly Conan O'Brien's stage. And then the battle betwixt the foul-mouthed blondes began.
The next day, Joan Rivers and daughter Melissa went on Howard’s show and discussed their thoughts on Chelsea. Silver-tongued Joan clearly could not help herself, spitting daggers by saying, “The girl made it on her back f*cking the president [of E!].” Joan then went on to hurl insults at Chelsea for being a "drunk" and a "whore." I mean yes Chelsea Handler is a self-proclaimed lush, the woman had a best-seller called Are You There, Vodka? It's Me Chelsea. And yes, she did date Ted Harbert, who was the CEO of Comcast Entertainment Group, which oversees E! Entertainment Television, the network Chelsea Lately is on. But all of this is old news.
I think Rodney King said it best when he pled, "Can’t we all just get along?"
Honestly, Joan's calling Chelly Belly a drunk and a whore doesn’t seem that witty to me, nor does Chelsea’s saying, "f*ck off." For comedy queens you guys are really blowing it. Personally, I am over female comedians taking digs at each other. The truth is Chelsea Handler probably wouldn’t be where she was today without trailblazers like Joan Rivers. Maybe you don't like Joan’s humor, or what she did to her face (it currently looks like it's covered in rubber), but the woman is a legend and has had some major staying power. There is just no denying it.
So ladies why don’t you cool your jets, grab a martini (or five) and hit up the Thunder from Down Under -- something tells me both of you wild women would be the belles of those balls.