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Scandal, Scandalous????

12 Aug


“Fitz: What’s wrong?

Olivia: (exhales)

Fitz: You pace in circles when something’s wrong. When you’re just thinking it’s back and forth. When something’s wrong, circles.

Olivia: Did you need something, Mr. President?

Fitz: You know you used to sound sexy when you call me Mr. President. Now it sounds like I’m just a gym teacher.

Olivia: Did you need something, Mr. President?

Fitz: The Sally Hemings-Thomas Jefferson comment was below the belt.

Olivia: Because it’s so untrue?

Fitz: You’re playing the race card because I’m in love with you? Come on! Don’t belittle us. It’s insulting and beneath you and design to drive me away. I’m not going away.

Olivia: I don’t have to drive you away. You married and you have children. You’re the leader of the Free World. You are away by definition. You are away. You’re unavailable.

Fitz: So this is about Mellie?

Olivia: No, no, no! This is-

I smile at her and take off my clothes for you.

I wait for you. I watch for you. My whole life is you. I can’t breathe because I’m waiting for you. You own me, you control me, I belong to you…”
Fitz: You own me!

You control me.

I belong to you.

You think I don’t want to be a better man?

You think that I don’t want to dedicate myself to my marriage?

You don’t think I want to be honorable? To be the man you voted for? 
I love you. I’m in love with you. You’re the love of my life. 
My every feeling is controlled by the look on your face.

I can’t breathe without you. I can’t sleep without you.
I wait for you, I watch for you. I exist for you. If I could escape all of this and run away with you?

There’s no Sally and Thomas here. You’re nobody’s victim, Liv. I belong to you. We’re in this together.

One of my favourite scenes 🙂 

I love, love Scandal and so does every woman I know. I religiously download the episodes off the net as I cannot wait till the entire season is packaged by my movie vendor.

The other day I was talking to a friend and a bunch of her friends and somehow the topic of series came up. With the kind of horrible weather we are experiencing in Nairobi, a lot of people are staying at home more under their trusty duvets drinking copious amounts of various beverages and more often than not watching series. Scandal came up in the discussion somehow and the excitement in the group was visible. EVERYONE HAD AN OPINION. Everyone perked up.

My ladies were so annoyed that Fitz was renewing his vows to Mellie, his wife. Who can’t tell that he doesn’t love her? She’s a bitch who does not deserve her husband. How dare he renew his commitment to the woman he vowed to stand by till death do them part? We shed tears for poor Olivia. Every woman in our little circle that day, married and unmarried, was safely rooted in Olivia Pope’s corner.

We are mesmerized by her. Her wit, her intelligence, her charm, her consuming powerful personality; the power and mystery she exudes. And that fashion sense!! OMG!! We want to raid her wardrobe. We want her body. We want her hair, with that sexy parting in the middle and flowy curls. We want our lower lip to quiver just like hers. Basically, we want to be her!

I literally get small cardiacs whenever an episode ends and cannot wait for the next one. I Google her outfits immediately after the show, sigh, to have all those Armani suits!!!

Why can’t Fitz just leave Mellie already?? Why? Isn’t Olivia worth it?

I am no exception. I am a true GLADIATOR. I die for the chemistry between Olivia Pope and Mr. President, Fitzgerald Grant. It’s palpable, electric, and almost tangible. So raw!! Theirs is crazy, dangerous love. I cross my fingers and fantasize about my man (to be). How I will wrap him around my little finger with wit, intelligence, mystery, beauty, style, personality and a quivering lower lip, a la Olivia Pope. I imagine how he will look at me across a crowded, power-packed room and make me shiver; make me feel like a real woman. I yearn for the power. I die for the danger, the sheer thrill of it.

For a minute (or longer), I forget what Olivia Pope is; the other woman. And Fitz; an adulterous husband.

Hard to hear, eh? It is what is, it is as simple and as plain as that.

In real life, we acknowledge that wrong is wrong and we cannot stand the other woman. We demonize these Mpango wa Kando (MWK) and cannot even stand to be in their company. In hushed tones we gossip and point them out of the crowd for their ratchet behavior. We do not see any good in them and neither do we make any effort to.

Now, not to burst anyone’s bubble, but what makes Olivia Pope so different? Isn’t she the woman bedding another woman’s husband, more so when the wife is pregnant? Isn’t she the bitch making out with a married man in the house he shares with his wife (White House) while his dutiful wife entertains their guests in the ball room? Isn’t she the stubborn whore who keeps disappearing into the woods with another woman’s husband? The one who smiles at the wife in her face while shagging her husband behind her back?

What message are the script writers of Scandal sending to the millions who religiously watch the series?

They intentionally and consistently portray the wife as a cold, calculating power whore to further alienate her from viewers’ loyalty and make her look like the bad guy. In all honesty, most of what she does is to protect her husband, so how does that make her evil?

It is shockingly appalling how easily we relax our moral standpoints when the person on the wrong is someone we like, perhaps a friend, a family member, a beloved celeb/star, etc.

We turn a blind eye when our friend is the other woman/man, yet we vilify those we do not know. We justify their actions and thank our lucky stars that the offense is not happening to us. In reality, your friend is breaking a marriage, someone’s marriage and causing pain to innocent lives.

What if we, as decent human beings, stood up for what is right regardless of who is involved? What if we held each other accountable to the standards we believe in?

P/S: I am not here to judge anyone. After all, we have already established my fanatical following of the show; I love a good story as much as the next woman and have been guilty of judging my friends with a different yardstick on numerous occasions. 

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