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.
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