"Charlie Sheen was the world’s most famous john, and a sitcom was written around him. That just says…"
- Roseanne Barr, peoples!
- Roseanne Barr (via dr-clear-heels)
Space-age mod fashions, 1960s.
I NEED TO GET THIS GOING ON.
"Eventually she told me that she had been told by one of Matt’s producers—his chief mouthpiece—“not…"
Eventually she told me that she had been told by one of Matt’s producers—his chief mouthpiece—“not to listen to what Roseanne wants to wear.” This producer was a woman, a type I became acquainted with at the beginning of my stand-up career in Denver. I cared little for them: blondes in high heels who were so anxious to reach the professional level of the men they worshipped, fawned over, served, built up, and flattered that they would stab other women in the back. They are the ultimate weapon used by men against actual feminists who try to work in media, and they are never friends to other women, you can trust me on that.
I grabbed a pair of wardrobe scissors and ran up to the big house to confront the producer. (The “big house” was what I called the writers’ building. I rarely went there, since it was disgusting. Within minutes, one of the writers would crack a stinky-pussy joke that would make me want to murder them. Male writers have zero interest in being nice to women, including their own assistants, few of whom are ever promoted to the rank of “writer,” even though they do all the work while the guys sit on their asses taking the credit. Those are the women who deserve the utmost respect.) I walked into this woman’s office, held the scissors up to show her I meant business, and said, “Bitch, do you want me to cut you?” We stood there for a second or two, just so I could make sure she was receptive to my POV. I asked why she had told the wardrobe master to not listen to me, and she said, “Because we do not like the way you choose to portray this character.” I said, “This is no fucking character! This is my show, and I created it—not Matt, and not Carsey-Werner, and not ABC. You watch me. I will win this battle if I have to kill every last white bitch in high heels around here.””
michelledean: “I need to work on making this my approach to life.”
Me: After she fired all of her writers she was on Nightline or Donahue or something and the interviewer was challenging her on having done it, saying “Well isn’t it really hard to evaluate the performance of creative people?” or something (stupid question on the face of it) and she smiled and said “Yes but luckily I’m really good at it.”
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Back On My Seventies Steez
[ A person of feminine appearance who has a honey brown complexion is smiling into the camera. They seem to be in a hall or venue of sorts and stand confident, wearing a salmon shirt, a full pleated black skirt hitting at the calf, flower print tights, and black sandalesque heels. They are holding a brown leather clutch and are wearing a black brimmed hat over their curly brown hair and have large black frame glasses, hoop earrings, cross necklace, and dark lipstick. They hold their skirt out with confidence.]
Oh my god I love this blog.
From her self-description:
I also been called a church lady, a old lady, and a sanctified school teacher, and a Mormon all of which are fine with me.
A woman after my own heart.