On the surface, Scandal is a soapy, over-the-top D.C. drama, where the name of the show is truly the driving force of every little thing that happens.
Kerry Washington’s coat-wearing, stiletto-pounding Olivia Pope is simultaneously flawed, fragile, and at the top of her game. And I want to be her. I know that is absolutely ridiculous. Olivia Pope’s family life? Messed up. She can’t be with the one man who really is her equal (you know, the freaking president). Her team? A bunch of loonies. But she can seemingly handle any crisis, her wardrobe is amazing, and she survives on my dream diet: wine, popcorn, and Gettysburgers.
But beyond that, this show is similar to the other Shondaland series, in which people of color, women, and LGBT characters are just humans, who are allowed to be complex and flawed and interesting. Cyrus Beene is an openly gay Republican, and this season will likely open on him (spoiler alert) still mourning the death of his husband, James Novak, and pushing on to raise their daughter, Ella. Was their relationship perfect? No way— hell, it was nearly as bonkers as Olivia and Fitz’s (or Fitz and Mellie’s. Or Huck and Quinn’s). But it felt pretty real.
While I would even be excited to watch the cast of Scandal paint a fence, I’m counting down the minutes until this show is back, for an additional reason: Apparently, Portia de Rossi will be making an appearance as a political operative of some sort. Um, can you see her going toe-to-toe with Olivia? Is there smoke coming out of your ears yet?! — Michelle Garcia