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Roseanne Barr’s daughter: ‘Mom forced me to survive in the woods for being fat’




When she was 15 years old, Jenny Pentland — the daughter of actress Roseanne Barr — was surprised in her Los Angeles home by a group of large men who, with no warning, placed her in handcuffs, drove her to an airport, and flew her to Utah.

There, against her will, she was brought to a wilderness survival camp where she was forced to live in the woods for two months. She ate little more than raisins, peanuts, raw cornmeal and half-cooked beans, braving the elements with no connection to her family or the outside world.

At one point, Pentland, who alleges was beaten by a staffer during her ordeal, even helped someone skin a squirrel for food, and was gifted with the animal’s leg to eat for the effort.

Now 45, she still refers to what happened to her as a kidnapping.

Barr (third from right) with kids Brandi Ann Brown (from left), Jake Pentland, Jenny Pentland and Jessica Pentland at the 1994 MTV Video Music Awards.
Barr (third from right) with kids Brandi Ann Brown (from left), Jake Pentland, Jenny Pentland and Jessica Pentland at the 1994 MTV Video Music Awards.
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But in truth, her ordeal, and similar others throughout her teen years, was fully sanctioned and paid for by her mother and the comedian’s new husband at the time, actor Tom Arnold.

To this day, Pentland doesn’t fully understand why she was repeatedly put into these situations and prevented from living a normal teenager’s life. As far as she can tell, her only transgression was “being fat.”

She tells the harrowing tale in her new memoir, “This Will Be Funny Later: A Memoir” (Harper), out Tuesday.

Jenny Pentland's new memoir,

The trouble began when Pentland was 13, around 1989. As her mother adjusted to the newfound fame of a hit sitcom, she was also dealing with her divorce from Pentland’s father, Bill. Pentland and her siblings became pawns in their parents’ court battle.

“At the lawyers’ advice, any action we took was recorded and used to further the narrative of whichever parent was suing the other at the time,” Pentland writes. “If I came home to my mom’s house from my dad’s with dirt under my nails, [Barr’s lawyers] would write that down. If I gained weight, the lawyers would note that, too.”

She did gain weight, and also began cutting herself in response to the stress, as she learned key details of the divorce and her own home life from the tabloids.

Around this time, Pentland wrote in her journal: “I feel above and to the right of my body. Like I’ve been knocked a few seconds into the past and can’t catch up.”

She gives no indication in the book about Barr’s side of all this.

Pentland was first dropped into an institution when she was 13.

She writes about Barr driving her to a therapist appointment at a hospital, barely speaking to her the whole way, and, with no explanation, leaving her there for eight months.

Barr was married to Tom Arnold from 1990 to 1994.
Barr was married to Tom Arnold from 1990 to 1994.
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“[Two hospital workers] took me into an office that looked like a medical exam room and had me stand behind a curtain and strip,” Pentland writes. “I had to hand them each article of clothing as I took it off so they could thumb through the seams and pockets looking for contraband. When I was naked, the female [worker] told me she had to make sure I’d given them everything and then came around the curtain to see me standing nude. I was freezing cold and totally humiliated and scared, which came off as anger.”

She describes mealtime as “not a joyous event,” with the teen patients pushing their food around their plates until someone occasionally threw food at the nurses station for a laugh. The others would follow, causing a “Code Red,” meaning a red button would be pushed causing alarm bells to blare.

Jenny (right), Jessica and Jake were fathered by Barr's first husband, Bill Pentland.
Jenny (right), Jessica and Jake were fathered by Barr’s first husband, Bill Pentland.

“Alarm lights would light up the hallways, and any available staff would grab whoever was being violent or out of control,” Pentland writes. “They would restrain them on the floor until they were calm, or they would inject them with Thorazine and wait for it to kick in. They would move the kid to the Observation Room. [The patient] would lie on the bed until the drug wore off, or they’d be restrained in ‘five points,’ which meant all four limbs and forehead were strapped to the metal frame of the bed.”

When she not only failed to lose weight but actually gained a few pounds, she was accused of “running an underground food railroad.”

“I was doing nothing other than eating three cafeteria meals a day,” Pentland writes, “and sitting on my ass inside a mental institution where the only exercise we got was the two hours a week we were dragged upstairs to the third-floor rooftop volleyball court.”

Pentland, seen here with one of her four sons, said that, unlike her own parents, she strives to
Pentland, seen here with one of her four sons, said that, unlike her own parents, she strives to “listen” to her kids.

But Pentland learned how to be institutionalized. Later, after being transferred to a different institution, she figured out how to “do prison-style tattoos using a needle, pen and thread.”

Here, with their room facing an apartment complex, Pentland and another patient took to flashing their breasts at a local in exchange for his buying them cigarettes, which were passed through the window.

One day, one of the staffers, a recovering addict, saw her crying, and asked what was wrong. Pentland exploded.

“Am I crazy? I must be crazy! I have been here longer than anyone! Am I crazy?”

The staffer took a slow drag on a cigarette, then revealed a painful truth.

“You have the best mental health insurance policy I’ve ever seen,” he told her. “You’re worth a million a year, babe.”

“I went cold,” Pentland writes. “My blood drained and my brain did that montage thing of calculating information. It took a minute for the answer to come to me. Could that be true? Could it be that simple? Oh my God. I’m not crazy, I’m profitable.”

Pentland wound up living the majority of her teen years in and out of institutions like that one, or in programs like wilderness survival.

There were times when she had been free for months, then suddenly, out of nowhere, she would be taken prisoner again.

Jenny Pentland writes about her childhood in her new book.
Jenny Pentland writes about her childhood in her new book.

When Pentland reached 250 pounds, Roseanne took to pouring Coca-Cola all over her daughter’s food so she wouldn’t eat anymore. The teen was expecting to be picked up at the airport by her father, but was met by one of Roseanne’s bodyguards instead.

As she realized what was happening — that she was being carted off to another prison-like facility — Pentland began to scream: “Where are you taking me?!?!?”

Her mother’s bodyguard calmly replied, as if it was an everyday occurrence, that “he was a martial arts expert, and that he was authorized to cuff me.”

She came to believe that Barr and Arnold were plotting to have her kept a prisoner forever.

“I was racking my brain trying to think of ways that Tom and my mom could have worked around the law to keep me incarcerated for the rest of my life,” Pentland writes. “Would they suggest ECT (electroconvulsive therapy) or something else with permanent consequences?”

Pentland was a writer for a while on her mom's original sitcom, which aired from 1988 to 1997. The show returned in 2018 (above), only to be canceled because of Barr's racist tweet — then brought back again without her.
Pentland was a writer for a while on her mom’s original sitcom, which aired from 1988 to 1997. The show returned in 2018 (above), only to be canceled because of Barr’s racist tweet — then brought back again without her.
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She was released from her final institution shortly before she turned 18, right around the time Barr and Arnold split.

Pentland has maintained a relationship with her mother, even spending time as a writer on her original show. (Barr’s revived ABC sitcom was canceled in 2018 after a racist tweet, then returned to the air without her.) She seems to bear no ill will toward Barr, especially now that she has five sons of her own.

She recalls a time when one of her sons, as a teenager, began getting into trouble.

“I thought about what I could do differently than what [my parents] did, and my answer was ‘listen,’” Pentland writes.

“My voice was so often lost among the professionals’ voices, the public’s commentary, or else my own screaming. I wanted to hear my kids. I hoped that would be enough and that one day they would forgive [my husband and] me for not knowing what we were doing and would think, they did the best they could.”

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Proud Boy Brawler ‘Tiny’ Toese Jailed on Felony Charges in Washington State




Tusitala “Tiny” Toese — an infamous Proud Boy street brawler who was shot in the leg during a violent clash with antifascist protesters this summer in Olympia, Washington — has been arrested and jailed on felony warrants from both Washington state and Oregon. 

Toese was booked into the Thurston County, Washington, jail system on Jan. 5 and is being held not far from the state Capitol. He faces three Washington state charges: Assault in the third degree, a felony, as well as obstructing a law enforcement officer and criminal trespass in the second degree, both gross misdemeanors. 

Toese is also being held for extradition to Oregon on a warrant for a litany of serious charges, including three counts of assault in the second degree, three charges of assault in the third degree, two charges of riot — all felonies — as well as two charges of criminal mischief, and two unspecified weapons charges. 

Despite Toese’s high profile as a right-wing militant, his arrest was not announced to the media. And details about what specific acts he has been charged for are not yet public. Neither the Thurston County prosecutor nor clerk responded to requests for Toese’s charging documents. The jail offers only sparse details, saying Toese was first arrested in a different jurisdiction: “He was brought in from another facility,” says Ken Rhoades, corrections technician with Thurston County. “I don’t know from what facility.”

While the specifics remain cloudy, there’s little doubt that the charges stem from Toese’s frequent and high-profile street fights with anti-fascists. Toese, who reportedly stands 6’ 4” and weighs nearly 300 pounds, goes by the nickname “Tiny.” He is in his mid twenties and a resident of Vancouver, Washington. And he has been a fixture at violent street protests in the Pacific Northwest in recent years. He has been affiliated with both the Proud Boys, as well as with a local far-right group called Patriot Prayer; both groups make sport of clashing with Antifa in the streets. (A Patriot Prayer member was killed on the streets of Portland in 2020, allegedly by the Antifa activist Michael Reinoehl, who was later gunned down by federal marshals, in an act President Trump touted as “retribution.”)

Toese has previously been jailed for charges stemming from a 2018 assault. Notwithstanding his criminal record, Toese has also reportedly served as sergeant-at-arms for the Clark County Washington GOP, providing security for local republican officials.

As Rolling Stone reported in a feature last summer about how the Pacific Northwest is turning into a proving ground for violent clashes between political militants of the far right and -left, Toese appeared at an (ironically named) “Summer of Love” event in Portland last August. It quickly degenerated into a brawl between right-wing militants and anti-fascists, and Toese was photographed riding around in the back of a red pickup truck with a paintball gun.

As the summer’s “fighting season” dragged on, Toese showed up at a right-wing anti-vax event in Olympia, the capital of Washington state. There, amid clashes between right wingers and black-bloc activists, Toese was shot in the leg. An independent journalist captured the aftermath:

Tiny of the #ProudBoys has been shot here in Olympia, Washington. The shooting took place .8 miles away from the state Capitol, after Proud Boys pursued #Antifa Black Bloc- who showed up within a square block of a Medical Freedom protest.

— Jeremy Quinn (@JLeeQuinn) September 4, 2021

Officials in Oregon could not immediately be reached to discuss the charges facing Toese in Multnomah County, where Portland is located.

This is a developing story and will be updated.

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Sex, Violence and Dali Masks: In Praise of ‘Money Heist,’ Netflix’s Crossover-Hit Crime Soap Opera




“My name is Tokyo…”

In the grand tradition of heist crews — and books/movies/TV shows about crooks coming together to pull off a big winner-take-all job — no one uses their real names. They are known only by cities. Those two burly, bearded guys? That’s Helsinki and Oslo. The Romani with a first-rate take-no-shit glare? She’s Nairobi. The baby-faced hacker is Rio, the father-son team go by Moscow and Denver, and the impeccably dressed gent who’ll turn out to be a bit of a sociopath (there’s one in every gang) answers to Berlin. And the young woman pointing a gun at the camera in the very first scene, already on the lam from the law? Meet Tokyo. She’s going to be your narrator over the next five seasons.

None of them are actually from those places, mind you; they’re all either Spanish or Serbian. It’s just that crafting code names using colors is so 1992, numbers aren’t a feasible option and planets are out of the question because no one wants to be “Mr. Uranus.” So cities it is. As for the mastermind who’s brought all of them together, the quiet, socially awkward guy with the glasses? He’s the Professor. The man with the plan intends to have his associates don Salvador Dali masks and red jumpsuits, enter the Royal Mint of Spain, and rob the joint. He knows it won’t be an easy in-and-out job. He’s well aware that the police (notably Raquel, the female officer heading up the response team), the government, and the media will be watching their every move. And the Professor understands that while all of this is happening, he’ll be able to execute his real caper, which is a lot more complicated than what appears to be happening on the surface….

You could call the Spanish TV show Money Heist a serial crime thriller, a bullet-pocked soap opera, an epic love story or, depending on your perspective regarding genres, a makeshift family drama and a pitch-black workplace comedy. What it is above all else, however, is a massive international crossover hit, and the sort of flex that’s allowed Netflix to both sell foreign-language entertainment in America and bingeable programming around the world. Originally a two-season, 15-episode series titled La Casa de Papel that aired on Spain’s Antena 3 channel in 2017, writer-producer Álex Pina’s story of a stand-off between smooth criminals and the state was purchased by the streaming service, diced up into 22 smaller installments and unleashed upon an unsuspecting global public. The result was so immediate that Netflix then commissioned three more seasons, complete with lavish budgets and blockbuster-level set pieces. What started as a popular regional show that went out with a whimper — viewership in Spain dropped by half during the original run of its second half — turned into a phenomenon that’s inspired copycat crimes and real-life resistance symbology.

And any attempt to describe what the creators and cast have crammed within the format of a typical caper story structure risks turning into a Stefon NYC club recommendation. This series has it all: Shoot-outs, stand-offs and screaming matches. A criminal chessmaster who always thinks 15 moves ahead. A Heat-style cop-versus-criminal scenario, only this time the De Niro counterpart is actively seducing the Pacino character. An insanely photogenic ensemble of actors. Not one but two major robberies, and mini-heists within the main heists. Drunken twerking, Stockholm-syndrome stripteases and a group dance-off to James Brown’s “Sex Machine.” A sympathetic, multidimensional trans character (albeit one played by a cisgender performer). A decades-old Italian anti-fascist song (“Bella Ciao”) resurrected as a chart-topping dance hit, and a pithy, slightly off-color description of quick-and-dirty hook-ups (“Boom, boom, ciao!”).

But wait, there’s more. Later seasons feature a blimp that rains money over downtown Madrid, discussions about the ethical ramifications of state-sanctioned torture and the fragility of the global economy, and a pregnant police inspector who admires Putin. Crew members come and go; you witness the death of several major characters, though that doesn’t stop them from returning in a narrative that prizes flashbacks, flip-forwards and a fast, loose approach to timelines. There are chase scenes, elaborate action sequences and a protracted siege that feels lifted from a war movie. “Good” guys become “bad” guys and vice versa, via double crosses, triple-crosses, quadruple-crosses. Violence? There’s lots of it. Sex? Lots and lots of it. The pile-up of plot twists within any given episode becomes dizzying. At certain points during Money Heist‘s five-season run, it doesn’t seem to jump the shark so much leap over an entire water park full of Great Whites. Prestige TV this is not.

Yet despite — or possibly because of — the sheer volume of ridiculous, logic-straining turns, Heist has not only translated well outside of Spain, it’s managed to become one of the single most watched shows around the world. Prior to Squid Game, the equally popular dystopian thriller from South Korea, the show was Netflix’s number-one foreign-language series by a large margin. (And in an act of God-level corporate synergy, Squid Game‘s Park Hae-soo will soon star in a South Korean version of the show, produced by Pina for Netflix.) And given the fact that the streaming service quietly dropped the first two seasons of the show shortly after it had concluded its run on Antena without any promotion whatsoever, the sudden broadening of its fanbase came as a shock. Virtually overnight, the show’s ensemble cast became stars and those Dali masks replaced the “Anonymous” Guy Fawkes masks as the face of worldwide rebellion. By the time the second part of the final season dropped in December of 2021, the series had won numerous awards and been the most-viewed television program in a half-dozen countries across Europe and Latin America. It was the most organic example of a Netflix bump imaginable, a word-of-mouth hit thanks to a lingua franca of style, a hot cast and a subversive anti-authoritarian streak.



That last aspect might be key to understanding why a Spanish “event” TV show which slightly petered out before its conclusion became such a worldwide sensation. A key part of the Professor’s plan is to turn his gang in to folk heroes — and by keeping the public on their side, they can keep the police and the military from storming the gates, should the presence of hostages stop being a deterrent. Never mind that they are, for practical purposes, a for-profit criminal organization, or the eventual revelation that the Professor has a very personal reason for staging this raiding of the country’s royal mint (and, later, the Bank of Spain). They brand themselves as both modern-day Robin Hoods and capital-R Resistance fighters, strategically using the media and surveillance tactics as a form of moral jujitsu against the state; the exposure of documents that indict Spain and other E.U. countries in war crimes and other dodgy activities plays a key part in the third season. They become the “good guys” by comparison.

Once you get into the Netflix-produced seasons, with their cash-infused production design and globetrotting location shoots, you can feel the show retrofitting that aspect — the gang members are now internationally recognized as outlaws who stuck it to the man, the Dali visage as meme-to-logo–friendly as Shepard Fairey street art or Che Guevara t-shirt. Actual activists and protestors in the Middle East, Asia and the U.S. had already adopted the red jumpsuits and masks as a uniform after Money Heist first took off, and the show then amplified that back to viewers. It became a melodrama with a built-in sense of one-size-fits-all rebellion. In Spain, critics might have singled out the pop resistance stance as a reaction to the country’s austerity measures or financial instability on the continent. Once Heist began playing in other regions, however, those audiences could view the Casa de Papel gang’s flipped bird as a mirror to their own issues, whether it was standing up for human rights, standing against totalitarianism or repression, you name it. It was possible to indulge in the usual wish-fulfillment you get with grand escapist entertainment — who wouldn’t be stage an elaborately complex heist and look impossibly cool while doing it, before retiring to your own tropical island? — while plugging in your own subjective machine to rage against. It may have taken stances against sanctioned torture, but the show’s overall political stance was a sexier version of this.

Still, that doesn’t explain how Money Heist managed to conquer the world in record time, or made the seismic impact it’s made everywhere from North Africa to South America. Or how it’s propulsive mix of high melodrama and lowbrow pulp, combined with a slew of genre mash-ups and relentless hit-or-miss twists — we’re still unsure why one already-established bad guy had to inexplicably become a sexual predator in addition to a standard heel — managed to strike a chord with American audiences, even ones weened on post-Reservoir Dogs pomo heist flicks. The fact that the dubbed version seemed to have an edge on its original-language iteration in the U.S. may make those of us who view subtitles as a necessity rather than a hindrance gnash our in teeth in frustration, yet if Netflix’s numbers are to be believed, the show seems to be making audiences more receptive to their foreign programming overall. (Money Heist crawled so Squid Game could sprint.)

Several of its stars have become bankable outside of Spain as well: Úrsula Corberó, who plays Tokyo, showed up a music video for the J.Balvin/Bad Bunny/Duo LIpa cut “Un Dia” and now has a recurring role in the G.I. Joe franchise; you can catch Álvaro Morte, the charismatic actor who plays the Professor, in Amazon’s bid for the GoT fantasy bullseye, The Wheel of Time. A spin-off series for Pedro Alonso’s Berlin character is in the works, and we assume other beloved characters from the show will drop by as well. Yet to dig into the fit-to-burst, crime-pays telenovela that first brought them to our attention, as it swerves from thriller to romance to camp to black comedy to WTF face-palming cliffhangers, is to feel like you’ve inhaled a gateway drug of sorts. Like the Spanish-Italian “Spaghetti” Westerns of the 1960s and early ’70s that took a familiar set of genre conventions and Euro-subverted them for their own means, Pina and Co.’s series feels like it bending and banging around heist-movie stories in order to make them its own. For every wrong move it makes, it gives you a dozen reasons to feel giddy over its sheer audacity and how high its getting off its own genre fumes. It manages to keep stealing you back to its side. That’s the real heist.

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Abby Lee Miller Sues Hampton Inn and Suites, Says Falling Door Crushed Her




Abby Lee Miller Sues
Your Door Pinned Me in Wheelchair!!!
Goes After Hampton Inn for Millions

1/18/2022 1:15 PM PT

Abby Lee Miller endured a painful nightmare when a hotel door fell over on her, crushing her for nearly a dozen minutes … according to the lawsuit she just filed.

The “Dance Moms” maven says she was staying at the Hampton Inn & Suites in Santa Monica back in August 2020 when she wheeled herself into the bathroom of her room. Remember, Abby’s been in a wheelchair since 2018 due to her lymphoma battle.

In docs obtained by TMZ, Abby says she was leaving the bathroom when her back left wheel got caught under the sliding bathroom door — and when she attempted to free herself, the more than 300-pound door came crashing down. She says she was pinned in her wheelchair and trapped in the doorway for 6 to 12 minutes.

According to the suit, Abby screamed for help until 2 hotel staffers came to lift the door off of her. She was taken by ambulance to a nearby hospital, and Abby says she’s still going through physical therapy for the injuries she suffered to her head and shoulder.

The alleged falling door would’ve been more than enough trauma, but in the docs, Abby says she endured other hardships during an extended stay from March to October 2020. For instance, she claims the laundry room was not accessible to wheelchairs, her hallway was often blocked by housekeeping carts … and she was unable to open doors to the pool or gym areas, presumably due to her disability.

Abby is suing the hotel’s parent corporation for negligence, emotional distress, discrimination and false imprisonment … and she’s seeking compensation of at least $8.5 million.

We’ve reached out to Hampton Inn & Suites, but no word back yet.

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