Hey! Do you remember Roseanne? Oh, okay, let me remind you: Do you remember when your obnoxious uncles got drunk at Thanksgiving in 1990 and everybody was talking about how this one woman was scary and crazy and bitchy and fat and why can’t she just shut up? But they laughed every time they finished a sentence, like it was so funny what they were saying, and you couldn’t see what was funny about it but you were just starting to get this, you were just starting to get that certain women made men really angry and mean, and those women didn’t do anything wrong, they didn’t like hit men or steal from them or do anything bad that you could see, but certain women were just hated, certain women were just not women that men could ever permit to exist. And you were like, “I don’t really get this, because I’m eight, but it is starting to make me sad and uncertain of my future, because what if I become one of those women without meaning to, what if I’m not pretty, what if I can’t make men like me, it seems like I would just be doomed, and also: I think that whole deal pisses me off?” And also your Mom made you watch that lady’s show, every week. There was an episode where one of the ladies on the show had a boyfriend, and he hit her, and it scared you and made you really sad, and then all of the women gathered around and talked about why you should leave your boyfriend if he hit you, because sometimes they did that, and it was wrong. Your Mom hugged you and said this was an important conversation they were having, and it was good they were having it on TV, and you should listen. So you said, “I think Roseanne is good,” sort of quietly. “I like Darlene,” is something you added. And one of your uncles said, “well, when you’re older, you’ll know better.”
Surprise: You are older now! And you know better! You have partaken of the joys of a futuristic invention known as “Netflix Instant,” whereupon you have streamed yourself some Roseanne, and (a) you were right to like Darlene. OH SO VERY RIGHT, but (b) holy crap, Roseanne starts talking about sexism within the first five seconds of the pilot. George Clooney shows up, and is vaguely sexist, and then Roseanne SYMBOLICALLY EATS HIS VERY SOUL. (It is a donut.) No WONDER dudes hated this stuff.
And maybe they will hate this NY Mag piece by Roseanne Barr. But dudes — as Roseanne would tell you — can be total wimps sometimes. Because seriously, this is the most hardcore thing you will read this week about making a TV show. For example: How do we deal with an inappropriate “created by” credit, Roseanne?
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