Ever since I watched the Stargate Atlantis episode Irresponsible, I’ve had the occasion (many) to state, like Lucius, that I cannot be vinced. And I mean it too. I am strong, I am invincible, I am woman and I cannot be vinced. Until now that is. Until the TV series that is Scandal.
Ever since the show returned for a second season, I’ve been letting other shows slip by without a second thought. Ask me what’s happening on Vampire Diaries or Supernatural right now. Go on ask me! I don’t know and worst of all, I don’t much care. I am frikking ruined.
After the explosive episode that was Boom Goes the Dynamite, Scandal was scheduled for a two week break and I was nonchalant like: “Cool. I had a life before Scandal, now I can play catch up on my other stories.” That didn’t happen. Instead, I spent two weeks sitting on the sofa every evening playing Bejeweled Blitz on my iPad. It’s the equivalent of sitting in a padded cell rocking. Not good!
By now I would normally have a list of return dates for my summer shows and be counting down to season end of my winter shows. Instead, I waited with bated breath for Scandal to return to me like some long lost puppy. Mate. I need to get my life back!
I’ve decided that the writers of Scandal know what they are doing with our emotions, our feels if you will. The show returned this week with the episode Top of the Hour, lots of stuff happened but what prompted me to take to my blog was the scene where Fitz calls Olivia and says “you ruined me” and Olivia’s like “You’re ruined? I’m ruined.” I was thinking, ‘What about me? I am ruined!’
To misquote Cyrus, “Scandal is my hallelujah, heroine and reason to breathe”.