Roseanne asked to be dressed like Hitler in a photo spread for hipster Jewish mag Heeb. Roseanne believes she's the reincarnated soul of the genocidal dictator. Heeb asks: is Roseanne "the last celebrity utterly incapable of giving a fuck"?
So it must be ironic, right? Brushing up against taboos, challenging our assumptions about the boundaries of good taste, right? Or is it just the lunacy brought on by self-imposed exile? Unclear. But the Heeb scribe seemed to take it all in good humor. He describes how charmed (and baffled) he was by the Swazi sporting sitcom star.
As the "Domestic Goddess" dons the famous moustache, transforming into "Domestic Goddess Hitler," I notice that she's beginning to have fun. She nails the Fuehrer's facial expressions with twisted glee, and as she takes the burnt gingerbread "Jew Cookies" out of the oven it occurs to me that Barr may be the last celebrity utterly incapable of giving a fuck-a quality theoretically easy to embody until it's time to face the practical repercussions. "Franklin Ajae, Paul Mooney, Mort Sahl and Dick Gregory's passings will tear my kishkas out," Barr laments. "They gave everything they had to just tell the truth, and they couldn't make a decent living because of the choice they made-not selling out to Hollywood."
Let's hope we can all stay so pure.