Thursday is finally here and you know what that means! For the past two weeks, my Thursday nights have been rather, dare I say, dull. Two weeks ago, Shonda Rhimes and her team of amazing writers drove us up a cliff, dropped us off and left us hanging on for dear life. It has been torture on all of those that adore and admire Olivia Pope and her team of suited up gladiators. But as I write this, I am filled with mixed emotions. I’d like to say that I am having a hard time understanding why Olivia turned down the marriage proposal from her Black knight in shining armor, for a love that is painful, difficult, devastating, life changing, and extraordinary, but I’d be lying. Sure any sane person would choose a normal and easy and simple kind of love, but all too often, we’ve chosen the opposite. We sit, we wait and we pray and we pray that the objection of our affection will one day wake up and realize that we are meant to be, but rarely do we get our happy ending. And after watching Fitz pull Olivia into a utility closet and have his way with her at the christening of their god child no less, I can’t help but feel a certain way about their torrid love affair.
I understand that Olivia is a complex character. Heck, women are complex creatures. But to have the hereon give up a chance to have a family and husband who worships her, to remain the President’s side piece, well, something just doesn’t sit right with me. She had a chance to show that high powered sisters really can have it all and with a brother no less! Because, as we know, the world keeps telling us over and over again that we can’t and that we should start looking at other races to find our equal. Here was the chance to say, “To hell with you world, Olivia has found her true match and yes, he is a successful Black man!”
I often frown when women talk about reality shows such as Love and Hip Hop or Basketball Wives because of how they portray black women in America. I beamed with a sense of pride when talking about Scandal and how Olivia Pope represented us as more than just loud, ghetto fabulous backstabbers. But now even she has fallen into the stereotypical role of a career woman with a less than a hopeful outlook on finding true love and to add insult to injury, she is okay with remaining the mistress to the most powerful man in America!
Right now, you’re probably screaming that I am wrong, that she tried to break it off several times, but the key word here is tried. She hasn’t actually stuck to her guns when it comes to him calling her late at night, or kidnapping her, or pulling her into a room whenever he feels like he needs an Olivia Pope fix. It saddens me to say that I am just as guilty as those who support the crappy reality television shows because I do love Scandal. I am in no way an advocate of adultery and I can say I watch for the other story lines, but if I’m completely honest with myself, that doesn’t make it right.
It saddens me to say that I am just as guilty as those who support the crappy reality television shows where black women cat fight and disrespect one another on every episode. My sister actually quit watching Scandal cold turkey, but I am not ready to give up on Olivia just yet. I want to see how the season will end and if she will get her happy ending. I do love Scandal, and as the saying goes, if loving Scandal is wrong, I don’t want to be right.