Sunday, January 20, 2013

I Don't Care If You Judge Me, Scandal is AMAZING...


I love the television show Scandal. 

I believe it is the best show on television. Yes, I know that the main characters are involved in a torrid extramarital affair. Yes, I know that the show is filled with lies, debauchery, and ridiculousness. You wanna know what else I know? I know that I don’t care. The show is written masterfully and the acting is superb. The fact that Shonda Rhimes can have a nation full of men and women sitting on the edge of their seats every single week says so much for the caliber of the show.

Anyway, lately I’ve been seeing some anti-Scandal sentiment popping up on the web. Now, I have no problem with this. You are free to choose what you like and what you don’t. What bothers me is that people who aren’t fans of the show are doing their best to pull Scandal lovers into their lame, funless circle.

For example, the other day I got an email that basically asked, “As a married woman how can you love “Scandal” as much as you do?” The person went on to say that I condone affairs and objectification of black women by continuing to watch the show. 

If you are anything like me you are shooting a super supreme side-eye/blank stare tandem at the screen.

I did not bother responding to the email directly. I decided to answer it here on the blog. So I need you to please be patient with me as I formulate a response.  

So why do I love the show so much?

Well, first of all because I am grown and I right to choose and love whatever television drama I want. I’m pretty sure that’s in the Constitution.

Secondly, because even with a bullet in his frontal lobe, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant is the finest white man on prime time television right now. Well, finest after Brian Williams.

Third, I am fairly certain (not completely because I have not committed time to the research) that Olivia Pope and Fitzgerald Grant are not real people. But Tony Goldwyn and Kerry Washington do a damn good job of making me want to know more about their fictional relationship.

Fourth, the fashion. Olivia's outerwear and handbag selections are the stuff of dreams. Harrison always looks phenomenal in suspenders. Even the FLOTUS Mellie looks cute in her Tea Party chic maternity wear. 

Yes, it's true that what we see in the movies and on television everyday has probably dulled our senses to some things. But, believe me when I tell you that my eyes are wide open when it comes to trust and fidelity in my marriage and in the world around me. My opinion on infidelity remains the same: it sucks and should never happen. Nothing will change that.

The thought that watching a television show makes me a supporter of every aspect of the show is silly. That's crazy. You can be a fan of something and not like every little thing about it.

I watch Homeland, but I’m not a fan of terrorism.

I watch Chicago Fire, but I’m not a fan of arson.

I watch Fox News Channel, but I am certainly no fan of Sean Hannity. 

I am pretty well versed in seperating fact from fiction. I'm also pretty good at knowing how to enjoy myself. I would never believe that I am so deep that I cannot enjoy a great television show, for fear of how it would make me appear to the rest of the world.

I majored in Agricultural Economics people! That means I am not the one to be analyzing the social constructs of the relationship between Olivia and Fitz. I don’t give one damn about how they are going to affect society. Not one. I just want to be entertained.

As a married woman, what I need to worry about is whether or not I put myself in situations that are dangerous to my relationship. I make sure that I respect my boundaries. When I step out of the doors of my home I am cognizant of who I am and what I represent. Unless my idea of a good time is flatbacking or crack smoking, my choice of entertainment has no bearing on any of those things.

See how that works? I. Me. My. I’m cool with what I do. My husband is too.

That’s all that matters to me. And really, that's all that should matter to anyone else. 

That's pretty much all I have to say about this. In closing I would like say to all of the people who judge us married Scandal lovers:


Please and thanks. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

I AM Changing!

Amen.
I posted that on Instagram a few weeks ago. I don't even remember what the situation was, I just know that I was doubting myself and somebody came along and confirmed that I shouldn't have been feeling that way.

Well, the same thing happened today. I've been wondering if people could see that changes that I've made as well as I can see them. I've been questioning myself and wondering if what I've done is enough. I know it's not. I know I still have miles and miles of road to travel. I don't know, I guess I'm expecting a neon light or something to float above my head to let folks know there's no danger here... well not as much. 

Anyway, I'm talking a walk on my break at work. I'm feeling down and wondering what else I can do and not really coming up with anything. I duck into the ladies room and almost run into one of the women on the custodial staff. 

We had the following conversation:

Her: You are the girl from the cafeteria.
Me: Ma'am?
Her: You are the girl from the cafeteria. Every time I see you, you have a smile on your face. You always laughing and just enjoying yourself. That makes me smile.
Me: Really?
Her: Oh yes. You always bring me joy.
Me: Wow. Thank you. I guess I just don't have anything to complain about. I'm blessed.
Her: We ALL are.

Then she walked out of the restroom. 

I had never spoken to or even noticed the woman before. But to know that she had seen me. That I had blessed her life in some kind of way! When I tell you I wanted to shout and shuffle in that place? Wooo chile! Ain't no footwork appropriate enough for the magnitude of my feelings. 

SHE BLESSED ME. 

Sometimes God will knock you over the head with the answer to your questions. And for a hardheaded person like me...that's exactly what I need. And he certainly mollywhopped me today.

I have been called a lot of names in my life. But I don't ever recall a time where anyone accused me of being happy. Certainly not a person that brings joy. 

I AM changing. And somebody noticed. Epic y'all. Epic.

Beyonce' knows how I feel...