I feel bad for Roseanne Barr. Her Twitter feed reads like she’s having a nervous breakdown. She’s spending time with her parents– whom she forgets she accused of sexual abuse in People magazine in the 1990s. She’s posting more pro Trump nonsense, insisting her “Planet of the Apes” reference was about anti-Semitism, and making no sense in general.
the movie Planet of The Apes (my favorite movie) has a great subtext that is an accurate representation of class-race-religion intersections & juxtapositions.
— Roseanne Barr (@therealroseanne) June 15, 2018
If you’re not old enough to remember, Roseanne– in the middle of her first run on TV– made wild and awful accusations about her parents, Helen and Tom Barr. In People magazine.
Today, she’s making picture frames “with my beautiful and precious mom.”
Today I am making picture frames with my beautiful precious mom, and listening to her and Johnny play music together.I'm in heaven!
— Roseanne Barr (@therealroseanne) June 14, 2018
This is what she told People:
My mother abused me from the time I was an infant until I was 6 or 7 years old. She did lots of lurid things. She hurt me psychologically and physically.
I remember being 2 years old and standing in my crib. I remember my mother holding a pillow over my face, pushing me down. I remember thinking, ‘Lie still, play dead.’ I did, and then Mother took the pillow away and said, “I must have hurt you honey. I was just playing.”
As soon I was able to start talking, my mother went from physical abuse to a more emotional and mental abuse. I remember when I was about 5 or 6 that I came home from school and my mother was lying on the kitchen floor with blood covering her neck and chest. I screamed and screamed for two or three minutes. Then she sat up and said, “It’s ketchup, you idiot,” and laughed. She always played horrendous mind games with me all through my life.
My father molested me until I left home at age 17. He constantly put his hands all over me. He forced me to sit on his lap, to cuddle with him, to play with his penis in the bathtub. He did grotesque and disgusting things: He used to chase me with his excrement and try to put it on my head. He’d lie on the floor playing with himself. It was the most disgusting thing you can ever imagine.
The beat goes on. “Roseanne” or its reinvention is an unlikely add to a network schedule unless the executives have really lost it.
