The Daily Beast has a loonnnggggg article about why Rosie O’Donnell’s show on Oprah Winfrey’s network of spiritual guidance failed. Reasons include Rosie not being a good fit for the channel, a bad time slot, no one was sure what the show’s format should be, celebrities wouldn’t come to Chicago to get their publicity cocks sucked, etc.
The frowny revelation is that Rosie still has a big ole’ temper when shit doesn’t go well and will publicly lash the fuck out at you in front of the rest of the staff. She will make you cry and confound you because you had heard that lesbians were really nice what with the dogs and the Home Depot love and everything.
Rosie filmed in Oprah’s old studio, and many of The Rosie Show staff were made up of O’s old crew. Those special people have been touched by an angel and ascended to a higher level than the rest of us. But that don’t mean dick to Ro.
From the Beast:
Several staffers were very upset when O’Donnell clashed with Winfrey’s longtime director Joe Terry. People thought she humiliated him when she scolded him in front of a live audience for using the wrong camera shots, suggesting he didn’t know what he was doing. She fired Winfrey’s stage manager because she felt like he was ignoring her and not doing his job properly. But some of her biggest fights were with “the games department.” She couldn’t decide what she wanted—The Price Is Right, physical games, or trivia—and was constantly belittling the people who worked on them.
Rosie also reportedly treated her band leader lady like shit because she couldn’t immediately play obscure Broadway numbers like the band was Tom Cruise’s iPod. Ugh. She also didn’t personally tell her staff that the jig was up because she’d already driven her hog (you decide what kind I’m referring to) back to New York City and was trying to get the role of Miss Hannigan in a revival of Annie.
I met Rosie once. She was big and butch (bike shorts/Tevas/lots of tattoos) and I was nervous she would put me in a headlock. She read as a nice lady, but I wasn’t on her payroll. Remember when she accused one of the staffers at her magazine of lying and told her that “liars get cancer”? This is not a bitch you want your cubicle near.
And that’s it for me. Thank you to the exquisitely slutty Michael K for letting me help out again! Tramp ass.