Scandal….Listening To My Gut

To close out Black History month, I’d like to touch on the phenomenon known to mankind, as Scandal….the Shode Ryhmes television show on Thursday nights on ABC.

Now, I just want to touch on a few things…discussions like this can be lengthly, especially for a television show.

For starters, I love Scandal. Yes, the pro-black, pro-fro, pro-woman, pro-everything-that-has-to-do-with-the-succession-of-black-and-brown-people girl loves Scandal.

I love it for the writing. love it for the characters. I love it for the fashion. I love it for the honestly. I love it for how Shoda literally took the formula of a soap opera and made it her own. I love it for having the lead not only be a black woman, but a flawed black woman. Let me explain what I mean by that.

Black women….like everyone else has a certain image to an outsider’s mind. Black women are either so strong that they don’t need, want to care the third legged kind or black women are weak and needy and loud and disrespectful. Olivia Pope is the exact balance. She is a strong, beautiful woman. She has friends, talents (although a bit strange) and yes, she is not only in love but also sleeping with a married man….who happens to be the President of the United States…and a white man *gasp*.