Why didn't her show make it? Isn't she popular and engaging? What was the problem that she didn't get the ratings? I never watched; maybe someone can shed some light on this-
Well Trinnity...She's Rosey O'Donnell...Not too much too look at, somewhat offensive actually. The crap that flows out of her mouth is offensive...the way her mind works is offensive....all in all, she's just offensive. As much as she tries to cover it up,,,it comes through.
LOL, has anybody actually watched Oprah's new network (OWN)? The programming ranges from Dr. Phil to 6-hr marathons of Unfaithful: Stories/Betrayal (a really sleazy 'R' rated series... like Cheaters on steroids) -- it's on tonight. One thing's clear... Harpo's in it for the $$$, not women's issues. Guess Rosie didn't pull in the bucks. (no pun intended)
O'Donnell has a type of humor that has a very narrow audience; hence, low viewership. Happens to a lot of Show hosts.
Altho I never watched her show, I think I can .... Rosie is offensive in every which way....... I'll never forget that public fight she & Trump got into......talk bout ugliness. told my kids 'now those 2 are a great example that all the $ in the world can't buy class".......
She's not very appealing. I haven't seen the show and I wouldn't watch it because she's just not interesting.
I don't know what's going on in Rosie O'Donnell's head anymore. When she and I met, back in 1991, she seemed to have her wits about her. She was funny, loose, and apolitical. I found her oddly attractive, even though it was Madonna I was in town to visit. I had a few free days on my hands, and Ms. Ciccone and I had an open invitation to drop in on each other. Usually when one of us was feeling randy or just plain bored. Madonna, Rosie, Tom Hanks, and Geena Davis were all staying in the same hotel during the filming of A League Of Their Own. I flew in on a Wednesday evening, and spent the obligatory five or six hours up in Madonnas room trying to keep up with her insatiable and unusual appetites. By the time breakfast-call rolled around, I was ready for some serious steak and eggs, and not the inevitable Hollywood-set catered crepes and fruit. Luckily, the studio had a deal going with the hotel kitchen, so they managed to rustle me up a rib eye and three eggs over-easy. The conversation over the breakfast table was unremarkable. Tom Hanks was polite and deferential, but had his nose buried in a script of some sort. Geena Davis impressed me with her height more than anything else. In her cleats she must have gone 6 or 61!! Madonna chain-smoked throughout the entire breakfast conversation, and Rosie and she traded barbs over melon slices and toast. There was an odd chemistry between the two women, and Rosie knew all the right buttons to push to keep Madonna constantly in stitches. That was one funny lady! I hung around the set for a few days, and tried to make myself useful. There wasnt much I could do though, since I was a member of either the writers union or the key grip association. Mostly I just hung around the hotel swimming pool, working on my tan and some tall tumblers of Tanqueray and Tonics. Tom Hanks and Geena Davis had most of the on-camera time that week, so I spent quite a bit of time with Rosie and Madonna. Rosie hung with me by the pool mostly, while Madonna napped up in her room. Ms. ODonnell was a sturdy girl, but she looked pretty good in her navy blue one-piece swim suit. She had flawless skin, I remember that much. She and I clicked, and spent long hours in the sun, drinking and engaging in some harmlessly-flirtatious repartee. By the third day, I had aroused her hormones to the point where she invited me up to her room for a shower and some brief but frantic intercourse. I wont bore you with the details, but I am happy to report that Rosie ODonnell is quite a tigress in the sack. Shes funny as hell too, in a self-deprecating fashion. Naked, she talks almost non-stop. I guessed it was an unconscious attempt to deflect attention from the roundness of her belly and hips. It mattered not one iota to me, I thought she looked just fine. One day blurred into the next, until finally it was time for me to depart and fly home. Id had enough gin and sun, and for sure Id had enough sex. Late nights with Madonna, and sunny afternoons with Rosie. I felt as spent as a wrung-out toothpaste tube. Before I caught a cab to the airport, Madonna made a strange request; she asked that I help her pack up all of Rosie ODonnells things, and move them up to her suite. She explained that the hotels had mismanaged the reservations, and that in order to keep from moving to another hotel, Rosie was just going to spend the rest of the shoot bunking with Madonna. I felt that I knew exactly what was going on, but I never let it show on my face. Who the heck was I to judge? I moved all of Rosies things to Madonnas room, and begged my leave. Both women hugged me goodbye at the curbside, and I remember that Rosies breath smelled vaguely of peppermint as she kissed me for the last time. The same kind of peppermint as the Tic-Tacs that Madonna kept on her bedside table. As I waved goodbye through the cabs rear window, the two women held hands and walked back into the hotel together. I recall now hoping that Madonna would be good to Rosie, and not consume her the way she did most lovers. Anyway, its been many years since then. Ive seen Madonna fairly regularly over the years, but I must confess that Ive totally fallen out of touch with Rosie. I have no idea whats been going on in her life (other than that shes pitching exclusively for the other team now). Whatever happened to that cheerful, wickedly-funny girl I cannot say. I just hope shes happy, however it is that she spends her days. I guess Im hoping that her inane rants on that (now cancelled) television show had something to do with gin & tonics, and not some sort of illness or dementia. Id hate to think that sweet girl is losing her mind. That would make me very sad.
