Roseanne” star Roseanne Barr, 70, returned to Hollywood nearly five years after she was fired and “lost everything.”
She looks fantastic with long hair and makeup in a photo after flirting with Rihanna’s boyfriend, A$AP Rocky.
Barr revealed how TV daughter Sara Gilbert “destroyed” her life.
Roseanne Barr, the face of the hit show “Roseanne,” made a comeback. After a long time away from the spotlight, the actress has made her way back to Hollywood with a new comedy show titled, “Roseanne Barr: Cancel This!”
The actress also had some more excellent news after a new documentary on her long and intricate career was released. The return to show business comes after she made an insensitive comment about Valerie Jarrett, a presidential adviser back in 2018.
The comedy actress opened up after being canceled in 2018, saying she “lost everything.” The ordeal came just as her highly successful TV show was starting its reboot. After the comment, however, television executives decided the best course of action would be to cancel the reboot just as it started airing.
Barr also said it felt like a personal attack on her after her character was killed off.
But Barr refused to lie down. She opened up about the years after 2018, saying it was discouraging to be silenced wherever she went. She asked the studio executives for a chance to apologize and explain her actions, but they refused. She mentioned, “And they denied me the right to apologize.”
Luckily, Barr has gotten back up again and is being open about her experiences between 2018 and now. She has taken a step back from Twitter, investing in her Instagram presence instead. And fans have shown their support, saying, “You look fabulous Roseanne.”
Many users took to Barr’s comment section to show their support after the 70-year-old revealed her “makeup & long hair” look. One said, “You look absolutely AMAZING!!!!” In line with her new-found confidence, Barr sent A$AP Rocky a message, saying, “Call me when you get tired of Rihanna.”
Sara Gilbert, who played Barr’s on-screen daughter in “Roseanne,” also commented on the explosive Tweet.
Barr posed with her new hairdo and nails, smiling broadly in an Instagram post. She looked extremely happy to be back after the controversy, and Instagram users complimented her on the interview where the photo was taken.
How Did Roseanne Barr Feel after She Was Canceled?
Losing her job and being vilified by many people who used to be her fans and co-workers took its toll on Barr. She mentioned that she felt utterly alone. She noted it seemed to her as if she was being attacked from all sides by people who were jealous of her and who wanted to see her fall.
Gilbert was a considerable driving force behind the show’s reboot, and she corresponded with Barr to ensure she wanted to be a part of it.
Barr also said it felt like a personal attack on her after her character was killed off. To her, it was a message saying they didn’t want her around anymore and a direct dismissal of the work she did over the years. She commented:
“I’m the only person who’s lost everything, whose life’s work was stolen, stolen by people who I thought loved me.”
Although she has survived being canceled, Barr mentioned it was a terrible time. She described it as a “witch-burning” and as “terrifying” times in her life, noting, “I would die many times.” Although she’s glad to be back, she surely won’t forget the ordeal anytime soon.
What Did Sara Gilbert Do before Barr’s Cancellation?
After Barr’s controversial comments, numerous prominent Hollywood figures took to social media to show their disdain for her words. Everyone from Shonda Rhimes to congressman John Lewis criticized her, accusing her of being insensitive and urging her to apologize for what she said. But one accusatory comment left a deeper mark than the rest.
Sara Gilbert, who played Barr’s on-screen daughter in “Roseanne,” also commented on the explosive Tweet. Gilbert was a considerable driving force behind the show’s reboot, and she corresponded with Barr to ensure she wanted to be a part of it.
After Barr’s Tweet, however, Gilbert took to Instagram to express that the showrunners and the rest of the staff didn’t share the views expressed in the Tweet. Gilbert called the Tweet “abhorrent,” and mentioned that the TV show does not reflect what was implied in the Tweet. Barr responded to Gilbert’s statement:
“She destroyed the show and my life with that tweet. She will never get enough until she consumes my liver with a fine Chianti.”
Although Barr credited Gilbert’s statement for a large part of her downfall, Gilbert replied that her intentions were never to harm the actress. Instead, she mentioned that the show’s ending was heartbreaking for her, and she will always think of Barr as family.
I Found Another Woman’s Hair in My Bed — I Was Shocked to the Core When I Learned Whose It Really Was
When I got home from work, I found long blonde hair strands in my bed. The thing is, I have dark curly hair and live alone, with my boyfriend occasionally crashing over. Curious and unsettled, I checked the building’s CCTV footage and was shaken to the core when I learned whose blonde hair it was.
Ugh, Thursdays. They always drag on forever. And that evening was no different.
I practically crawled through the door after a brutal day of data entry, my brain fried and my feet screaming. All I wanted was a steaming mug of ginger tea and a good Netflix binge.
Slipping into my PJs, I pulled the covers back on autopilot. But then I froze. Right there, smack dab in the center of my white pillow, a single, glaring strand of blonde hair lay accusingly…
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My heart did a double take, then plummeted to my stomach. My hair? Dark brunette, almost black, the kind that disappears against a black sweater.
This? This was sunshine blonde, the kind that practically glowed under the dim light of my bedroom lamp.
Panic clawed at my throat. I live alone. Completely. Utterly. Alone. So where the heck did this come from?
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Suddenly, a million questions swarmed my head… a tangled mess of “whys” and “hows.”
Was there someone in my apartment? Had there been a break-in? Or worse… was there someone I didn’t know? Someone who shouldn’t have been here, sharing my bed?
I glanced at the hair again, feeling more puzzled than ever. I needed answers.
“Who could it be?” I muttered to myself, my mind racing with possibilities as I stared at my bed.
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Alright, so maybe one blonde hair wasn’t a big deal. I thought maybe it could’ve snagged on something, but then… there were more. Like, creepy amounts scattered across my bed like tiny blonde soldiers.
This was officially WEIRD.
“Mission: Mystery Hair” began with questioning my boyfriend, Shawn, who occasionally crashes at my place. I presented him with the evidence: a clump of blonde strands on display like a crime scene photo.
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“Yo Boo Bear,” I said, holding up the hair CSI style. “What’s this all about?”
Shawn’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “Whose are those?!”
“That’s the million dollar question, babe,” I said, my voice maybe a smidge shaky. “You know anyone with questionable blonde highlights?”
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He furrowed his brow, looking like a betrayed puppy. “What the hell? Are you seriously accusing me of bringing someone over here, Evie?”
Ugh, no! That’s not what I meant AT ALL and stammered, “No, no, of course not! But these hairs didn’t magically appear during a blonde fairy convention, you know! Just trying to figure things out.”
Shawn crossed his arms, looking like a thunderstorm was brewing. “So you DO think I’m cheating? Seriously??”
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“Ugh, baby, NO! It’s about the freaking hair, not some big betrayal narrative!” I tried to keep it cool, but I swear my voice was doing that high-pitched dolphin thing.
He scoffed. “Sounds like you trust me about as much as a fly-by-night politician. Maybe I should just bounce if that’s how you feel.”
And BOOM! There it goes. Nuclear meltdown engaged. “Hold up, Shawn! Don’t go all nuclear just yet!” I ran after him.
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“Wait a minute,” I pleaded, trying to defuse the situation faster than a bomb squad. “These sheets were fresh outta the dryer this morning, and my girlfriends haven’t darkened my doorstep in ages.”
Shawn threw his hands up like, “What am I supposed to do with this?!”
“So what, Evie?” he barked. “You think I’m sneaking some secret lady friend in here while you’re at work? Come on, that’s crazy talk.”
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Shucks, NO. Not what I was saying! “No, no, not at all! Just…these hairs didn’t materialize out of thin air, you know? Trying to get some logic here,” I reasoned.
But Shawn’s face had gone full on an ice cube tray.
“Alright, you know what?” he sighed. “I see where this is going.” He dug into his pocket and yanked out my spare key like a magician revealing a dove. “Here, take these. I ain’t setting foot back in here until you trust me again.”
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Before I could sputter out a protest, he stormed out, slamming the door like a dramatic movie exit.
I raced to the hallway, spare keys clutched in my hand, but by the time I reached the elevator doors, Shawn already vanished.
Defeated and totally bummed, I stood there feeling like a kicked puppy.
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This can’t be the end, right? There had to be a reason for the rogue blonde strands, and I wasn’t giving up that easily. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Time to Sherlock Holmes this situation.
“Alright, Operation: Mystery Hair, Phase Two!” I muttered to myself.
Being nice to the building manager, Mr. Hills, finally paid off. A little friendly persuasion later, and I was staring at security footage the guard played, my heart hammering in my chest.
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Every second I expected to see Shawn sneaking in some blonde bombshell. But what I saw next threw me for a loop.
A woman. With long, blonde hair. A MAINTENANCE WORKER, to be exact, casually strolling into my apartment during the day.
Whaaaat? Confused and mind blown, I turned to Mr. Hills and blurted out, “Mr. Hills… who is that?”
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Mr. Hills peered intently at the footage. “Ah, that’s Vanessa,” he said, finally recognizing the blonde mystery woman. “One of our newer maintenance workers. You did have a scheduled maintenance appointment for your unit today, if I recall correctly.”
My eyes widened like saucers. “Scheduled maintenance? Hold up, no one told me about any maintenance!”
Mr. Hills sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, you’re right there. That’s a total protocol violation. She absolutely should’ve given you a heads-up.”
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Livid doesn’t even begin to cover it. Vanessa was about to get a serious earful.
The next day, I practically stalked back to my apartment. And lo and behold, there she was – Vanessa, lingering in the hallway. This time, I wasn’t holding back.
“Hey, lady!” I boomed, channeling my inner drill sergeant. “What in the world were you doing in my apartment yesterday without a word? Scheduled maintenance or not, you can’t just waltz in like you own the place!”
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Vanessa’s face drained of color faster than a dropped phone case. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
Before I could unleash another verbal missile, she completely broke down, tears flowing freely. Sniffling and wiping her nose, she finally confessed.
“Ms. Hart, I’m so sorry,” she choked out. “They made me do it! Mr. Fraser, my creepy supervisor, he’s running some shady surveillance operation.”
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My jaw practically hit the floor. “Surveillance operation? Like, spying on tenants?” I gasped.
Vanessa nodded, wiping away fresh tears. “He made me install hidden cameras and listening devices in people’s apartments! He threatened to fire me if I didn’t do it!”
A cold dread crept down my spine. “Oh my gosh, so he’s been spying on everyone? But for what??” This was snowballing way out of control.
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Vanessa’s voice trembled as she confessed, “He uses that information to blackmail tenants and for other creepy stuff. This is messed up!”
Furious doesn’t even cut it. This Mr. Fraser guy needed to be exposed ASAP. “We can’t let him get away with this!” I declared through gritted teeth.
Seeing how scared Vanessa was, I ushered her into my apartment. She was practically vibrating with stress, poor girl. Once inside, she unloaded even more info.
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“Ms. Hart, I was so desperate,” she whispered. “But I finally have a way out. Been waiting for the perfect moment, and this is it.”
She whipped out her phone, and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head.
A video. Mr. Fraser, in all his creepy glory, laying out his illegal surveillance scheme and basically admitting to everything. My jaw practically reached the floorboards.
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“And that’s not all!” Vanessa continued. “I kept copies of the logs every single time, every apartment I was forced to bug. Proof I was just following orders from Psycho Pete over there.”
Relief washed over me, mixed with a healthy dose of “let’s take this jerk down” determination. “Vanessa, this is gold! This is exactly what we need to nail him good.”
Then, it hit me. The blonde hair.
“Wait a minute,” I exclaimed, confused. “How did your hair end up in my bed?”
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Vanessa flushed a bright red, looking like she wanted to crawl under the rug.
“Alright, so during one of these ‘install the hidden camera of doom’ missions,” she stammered, “I heard someone coming and had to hide, like, NOW. Ended up diving into your bedroom, and… well, let’s just say I might have used your bed as a human shield for a hot second. Stress makes my hair fall out like crazy, so…” she trailed off sheepishly.
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This whole thing was straight-up bananas. So, the million-dollar question burning a hole in my mind: “Why didn’t you just take this evidence to the cops or tell Mr. Hills about Psycho Pete in the first place?”
Vanessa let out a defeated sigh. “Mr. Fraser’s a master manipulator,” she explained. “He knows how to play the innocent card like nobody’s business. I kept the evidence hidden, just in case things got hairy.”
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Yeah, hairy indeed. But you know what? She wasn’t wrong. This whole situation had been stressing her out like crazy, and I could tell it was a huge weight off her shoulders to finally come clean.
“Hey, Vanessa,” I reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You did the right thing. Now, let’s get all this evidence together and march down to the police station. They’ll put a stop to Mr. Fraser’s little spy game, fast.”
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For the next few hours, it was Operation: Evidence Roundup. Video footage, those creepy logs, and every detail Vanessa could remember about her interactions with Mr. Fraser, we compiled it all.
At the police station that very evening, we laid it all out.
The officers listened intently, expressions growing grimmer by the second with every piece of evidence we presented. An investigation was launched faster than you can say “illegal surveillance.”
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Let me tell you, the following weeks were wild. Turns out, Mr. Fraser’s operation was way bigger than a two-bit apartment scheme.
There were other employees involved, a whole tangled web of corruption! Thankfully, the evidence Vanessa risked everything to collect helped the authorities unravel the entire mess.
Eventually, Vanessa walked away scot-free. The tenants’ association even nominated me for an award for helping expose this whole thing! Who knew a few strands of stray blonde hair could lead down such a crazy rabbit hole?
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Here’s the thing, though: I totally dropped the ball with Shawn. Jumping to conclusions wasn’t exactly my finest moment.
The stress got the better of me, and hindsight is 20/20, right? Looking back, I wish things could have been different, but hey, you learn from your mistakes.
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But in the end, this whole ordeal gave me a new appreciation for my gut instincts. Sure, I may have been wrong about Shawn, but trusting my instincts enough to see something fishy was going on? Turns out, that was the right call.
Plus, I gained a new friend in Vanessa (seriously, the coolest maintenance worker ever!), earned the trust of my neighbors, and helped shut down a criminal operation. Not a bad haul, right?
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So yeah, that’s my wild story. A rollercoaster of emotions, a messy breakup (oops!), and enough drama to fill a daytime soap opera.
But hey, at least I can move forward knowing I did the right thing. Now, onto bigger and better things! Maybe even patching things up with Shawn… that is, if he’ll ever take my calls again.
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