“Hi, my name is Single Lady and I am a Scandal
addict.” I am in such pain right now
waiting on a new episode. I’m watching
reruns to get my Scandal fix. What the
hell has Shonda Rhimes done to me?
I’m in a ‘secret’ group on FaceBook, “Gladiators in Suits”. Everyone else is an addict too so we’re all
itching like Tyrone Biggums looking for our next hit. It feels good not to be alone in this thing. We are currently in a discussion about Olivia’s
and Fitz’s relationship. Actually the
conversation started with the question of whether the show could go on without the
affair. The general consensus thus far
is that sure, the show could go on, but the affair put the ‘scandal’ in
Scandal.
The conversation got real when we started discussing Fitz
and Liv’s relationship, their love, especially Liv’s desire for that painful,
devastating love she told Edison she needed.
Painful? Devastating? For real?
That is dysfunctional…right? She
doesn’t really, REALLY want dysfunction, can’t-be-right love…right? Even WE who LOVE Olitz don’t want that for
her…or ourselves…right?
Hell no, I don’t. I’ve
done painful. I’ve done
devastating. I’ve done
dysfunctional. I’ve done abusive (not
physically). I’ve done neglectful. I’ve done ‘thought it was love but it was
really some bullshit’. I’ve done it
all. Being the grown ass 40 years and 10
days old woman that I am, I can honestly, clearly, unequivocally say that yall
can miss me with painful, devastating, dysfunctional love. Don’t want it. Don’t need it.
Honestly, though, I don’t think Liv wants that either. (I’m
really talking about these people like they are real!) What I see her wanting is ‘PASSIONATE’
love. ‘Screw me in the Oval Office’
love. ‘Take me to touch the Constitution’
love. ‘Breathe in sync’ love. ‘We look like power’ love. ‘Cry into your Navy sweatshirt’ love. ‘You own me’ love. ‘Ride or die’ love. ‘Want it like a crack addict’ love.
I want ‘crack’ love too.
I want ‘first thought in the morning, last thought before I close
my eyes’ love. ‘Reach out in the middle
of the night and hold your hand in my sleep’ love. ‘Turn over and watch you sleep’ love. ‘You make my body tingle without even
touching me’ love. (My toe curled up a
little bit when I wrote that. LOL!) ‘Because it matters to you, it matters to me’
love. ‘I can speak your love language’
love. (I need words of affirmation. Tell me you love me! If you make me believe you there is NOTHING I
won’t do to make you happy. It wouldn’t
hurt if you tell me I’m beautiful, desirable, and intelligent, too. I’m not big on material gifts but a token
here and there is appreciated. I’m not a
good receiver but I’m a giver so please don’t think I’m corny with what I give
you. I act like yall care about this.) ‘I can’t wait for you to be my baby daddy’
love. ‘I will submit to your leadership’
(because I know you know the rest of the scripture) love.
Hmph…I guess I don’t want a scandal in my love. I want stability and security, not ‘will
they/won’t they’. Not ‘well, he is in a
loveless marriage so it’s okay that he creeps with her’. Not ‘but it’s twu luv’ to justify a
scandalous affair. Nah, I’ll leave that
drama to Shonda Rhimes, Kerry Washington, and Tony Goldwyn. I’ll live vicariously, though, because that
dysfunctional TV love is HOT and SEXY.
Hotter and sexier than what I have going on. Not that I’m complaining about what I have because
it’s quite nice but no matter what I have going on, my boo will NEVER be able
to take me to the Oval Office to get a little bit. I’m not EVER going to get any at Camp David
while writing the State of the Union address.
Just not going to happen. I can’t
even take him to my job because I work in a secure building and I can’t even write
“to get some in the conference room” on the visitor’s request form. BUT…my closet might just work if I move some
of my clothes around………Just saying…
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