Friday, May 25, 2007

A Big Mouth Prepares Her Exit


Rosie O'Donnell's tenure on The View is coming to an end, and none too soon for those of us who can't stand this abominable creature and her shameless self-promoting antics. It was, in retrospect, a moronic decision for the show to hire her in the first place. Everyone should've seen the trainwreck that Rosie's participation would inevitably lead to. Of course it's possible that the producers were hoping for just such a catastrophe - and if this is the case, then I hope they're satisfied. Their caged animal co-host has raised their ratings and profile on the web - while destroying whatever slim credibility the show may have possessed, terrorizing an otherwise harmless little chipmunk-girl in Elisabeth Hasselbeck, and reducing Barbara Walters to the role of hapless, plastic-faced enabler. Plus, they have succeeded in making Rosie even more famous than she was before. Their show essentially became an opportunity for her to pick fights with people like Donald Trump, trumpet her pet causes and act like a big two-fisted lesbian bully. It all came to a head Wednesday when Rosie and Elisabeth had their now-infamous exchange:



The context of this argument eludes me, as I never watch The View. But the specifics of why the two are fighting are irrelevant - with Rosie on-board the fight would've happened one way or another. Rosie joined the show with a plan to antagonize as many people as possible, and she has carried it off beautifully. Of course, her targets have been carefully selected - she chooses rich white men like Donald Trump to go after, and rich attractive white women like Ms. Hasselbeck, because in our present culture, people like that are fair game. And by pitting herself against these whitebread paragons, Rosie achieved the aim of making herself look like a crusader for the outsiders and the picked-upon. She says it right in the above clip - they will criticize me for being a big fat lesbian who picks on a poor little white girl. And this is exactly as she wants it, the transparent, self-hating cow.

Since the Wednesday incident, it has become apparent that Rosie no longer wants to be on The View, in spite of her triumph. On her insipid blog, Rosie blathered to her readers about "knowing when it's time to go." And today she has posted what looks like a farewell video, featuring clippings from The View over a song whose lyrics presumably sum-up Rosie's feelings (I didn't bother listening to the song, so I have no idea what those feelings might be). Rosie's imminent departure was also signalled yesterday when her chief writer, Janette Barber, was thrown out of ABC's studios for allegedly drawing moustaches on pictures of Elisabeth Hasselbeck that hang around the building. Such a mature response - exactly the sort of thing we might expect from a friend of Rosie, who herself often appears stuck in junior-high, communicating through her silly blog poems and tedious videos the mentality of someone who ceased developing emotionally around the same time her pubic hair first appeared.

Rosie's contract doesn't officially expire until June 20, and The View says they expect her back on Monday (she's been off the last couple of days, presumably to celebrate partner Kelli Carpenter's birthday), but all indications are that Rosie's stint on the program has come to an end. Unless of course Rosie decides to mount some triumphant reappearance next week. It wouldn't shock me to see her try and milk this for as much sympathy and lame poetic material as she can. Of course, it's possible that Rosie herself is just fed-up. And, really, what more can she hope to gain by perpetuating all this friction and unpleasantness? Attacking Elisabeth Hasselbeck will no longer gain her favor - it will just look like piling-on. She has wrung nearly all the juice she could out of her participation on The View - time for her to find some other field of endeavor, which may better satisfy her bottomless need for validation, and compulsion to raise her voice in obnoxious, petulant, childish fashion against any and all who deign to suggest she might not be the intellectual heavyweight she imagines herself to be.

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