In all seriousness, I started following her blog after her deliciously scathing New York Magazine article. A snippet:
"My breakdown deepened around the fourth episode, when I confronted the wardrobe master about the Sears, Roebuck outfits that made me look like a show pony rather than a working-class mom. I wanted vintage plaid shirts, T-shirts, and jeans, not purple stretch pants with green-and-blue smocks. She bought everything but what I requested, so I wore my own clothes to work, thinking she was just absent-minded. I was still clueless about the extent of the subterfuge.
Eventually she told me that she had been told by one of Matt’s producers—his chief mouthpiece—“not to listen to what Roseanne wants to wear.' This producer was a woman, a type I became acquainted with at the beginning of my stand-up career in Denver. I cared little for them: blondes in high heels who were so anxious to reach the professional level of the men they worshipped, fawned over, served, built up, and flattered that they would stab other women in the back. They are the ultimate weapon used by men against actual feminists who try to work in media, and they are never friends to other women, you can trust me on that."
In addition to Darlene Conner being one of my all-time fave characters, I appreciated Roseanne as a kid because the characters were much like the unapologetically fat, working-class Midwestern white people that I actually knew in real life.
And, of course, Sandra Bernhard's portrayal of a lesbian was the first time I saw a gay character in a series who wasn't relegated to One Special Non-Recurring Episode About A Gay Person.