Roseanne Barr, who took to social media to show off a hairstyle that sparked a variety of reactions from her fan base, has become the latest celebrity to try out a completely new look.
Though not particularly original, the idea of celebrities experimenting with their looks and drawing attention is nevertheless appealing. On the other hand, many find fascination and rumors in the constantly shifting fashion choices of A-list celebrities, so it’s not surprise that Roseanne Barr’s new pixie cut sparked a lot of conversation.
The 71-year-old Barr used Instagram to share photos of her new hairstyle, a textured pixie cut in place of her long, gray hair, along with the message “Cut.”
It should come as no surprise that the comedian and actress received a lot of attention from her post, as most of the comments were positive.
“Wow, you look hotter and younger!” only one person wrote.
“I love it,” commented someone else. My age is the same as yours. Although I’ve always had long hair, I’ve been considering cutting it off recently. Seeing how attractive you are, I might actually do it.
Gorgeous Roseanne! Continue rousing folks from sleep! Third: “We love you so much.”
Comments like “Looks incredible Roseanne!” were made by others. and “I adore the hair!”
According to sources, Andre Walker, a hairstylist who also works with TV legend Oprah Winfrey and actress Halle Berry, is responsible for Barr’s makeover.
Barr became a global celebrity in the late 1980s after starring in the ABC series Roseanne as Roseanne Conner. The Cosby Show producers intended to create a “no-perks family comedy,” which gave rise to the concept for the well-known show.
Twenty-one million homes watched the first episode of Roseanne when it debuted in 1998, making it the biggest premiere of the year. After airing for ten seasons, Roseanne was a huge hit overall. Barr also took home multiple honors, including a Golden Globe and an Emmy.
More recently, Barr faced a major blow when her show was canceled due to a tweet that compared Valerie Jarrett, the advisor to former President Barack Obama, to an ape.
Barr expressed sorrow for the error and blamed the unsuitable joke on her poor health and emotional instability, despite her outspoken support of the former president Donald Trump, according to People. She withdrew from the public eye for a few weeks afterward. In response to the criticism, Barr expressed regret in public.
Nevertheless, the outcry led to the cancellation of Roseanne’s planned return, and in the background, she experienced a profound personal and professional metamorphosis.
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I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
It was just supposed to be a regular family celebration—my mother-in-law’s birthday. But when I went into the basement, I found something shocking: a ritual that made me question everything, especially the woman who raised my husband.
Honestly, this was wild! My mother-in-law has really lost it!
So, here’s what happened.
It was Jane’s birthday party. The whole family was there, and everything seemed fine. People were laughing, drinks were flowing, and she was acting sweet and welcoming.
You know, typical family stuff. I had only been married to Willis for a month, so I was still figuring out the whole in-law situation and trying to get along. But if someone had told me earlier what I was about to find, I would have thought they were joking.
Willis and I were in the living room with the guests when Jane, my mother-in-law, casually mentioned we were out of wine.
“Chelsea, dear, could you and Willis go down to the basement and get some bottles for the guests?” she asked, smiling in that warm but slightly forced way she always did. I didn’t think much of it, so I nodded and followed Willis downstairs.
The moment we stepped into the basement, something felt off. Maybe it was the musty smell, the dim lighting, or just a feeling deep in my gut telling me to leave. There was an eerie silence that hung in the air like a bad sign. I glanced at Willis, but he seemed completely unaware of anything unusual.
He walked straight to the wine rack, chatting about how his mom loved a good Chardonnay, while I lingered by the stairs, looking around. That’s when I saw it.
In the far corner of the basement, past the shelves of old family albums and dusty boxes, was a small table. On it sat a framed photo of… me.
“Uh, Willis?” I called out, my voice a bit shaky.
“What’s up?” he replied, still focused on grabbing a bottle.
“There’s a picture of me over here…”
He stood up, holding two bottles of wine, and walked over, looking confused. I pointed to the table, and that’s when he noticed it too.
“Why is your picture here?” he muttered. That’s when I spotted the candles.
Thirteen candles. Eight were lined up in front of my photo, one in each corner of the room, and one right in the center, right on the floor.
“What the hell?” I whispered, feeling my stomach drop. “Why are there candles? And why are they all around my photo?”
Willis blinked, just as shocked. “I…I don’t know. This is weird.”
“Weird?” I snapped, my voice rising. “This is more than weird, Willis! This is freakin’ creepy!”
I rushed to the table, my heart racing with questions. Why would Jane have a picture of me like this? Was it some sort of ritual? A strange family tradition? Or something darker?
I turned to Willis, my heart pounding, feeling like I had stepped into a horror movie. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with disbelief, as if he had seen something much worse than just a weird setup of candles and my photo.
“Willis,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “What… What is this? What’s happening?”
He didn’t respond right away. He just stood there, staring at the candles, his breathing shallow. I could see the panic building in his eyes, the kind of fear that freezes you.
“Willis?” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Please, talk to me.”
Finally, he turned to me, his lips parting slightly, but no words came out. After what felt like forever, he spoke, his voice hoarse and shaky. “I… I think my mother’s been using a spell,” he stammered.
“A curse?” My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”
He took a deep breath, clearly struggling with whatever awful truth he was about to share. “My grandmother… she was into all this—this dark stuff. Witchcraft, curses, spells. I—I never believed it, but…”
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice almost breaking. “She taught my mom everything. And I think—Chelsea, I think my mom’s been trying to curse you.”
I stared at him, my mind racing. “Curse me? For what?”
I blinked, and there it was: positive.
“Willis!” I shouted, barely able to contain my excitement. “Willis, come here!”
He rushed in, panic flashing across his face. “What? What’s wrong?”
I held up the test, my hands shaking. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then his face broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.
“You’re—wait, we’re—” He stammered, pulling me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. “We’re having a baby?!”
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