The idea that your ego is not ego at all but submission to the will of the Lord starts to dawn on you as you recognize that only by God’s grace did you make it through the raging attack of idea pirates and woman haters, to ascend to the top of Bigshit Showbiz Mountain.
All of that sounds very much like the diagnosis for bipolar disorder, which more and more stars are claiming to have these days. I have it, as well as several other mental illnesses, but then, I’ve always been a trendsetter, even though I’m seldom credited with those kinds of things. And I was not crazy before I created, wrote, and starred in television’s first feminist and working-class-family sitcom (also its last).
There is a ton of good shit in this story. read it!Fucking A. This right here. Sometimes I get shit for still loving this show so hard (god knows my boyfriend loves to make fun of me for it), but Roseanne Barr, insanity aside, has created many moments and scripts of brilliance. The show was a feminist masterwork. It’s still relevant and sometimes, clearly so is Roseanne herself.
Such a great fucking show.
