Quick FYI: my uncle is my guinea pig; we meet on Saturdays to test my more creative recipes and dissect shows we watch. The Uncle is straight up flabbergasted by what's going on with Olivia Pope and her willingness to kill her own father, 'cause yeah...this show went there.
Let me reiterate once more that the writers on this show seem to be at war with one another. On the one hand, Mama Pope (who's back, by the way) and Daddy Pope are as different as night and day, yet when it comes to Liv and
And yet, the writers think it's acceptable that a Black female star of her own show - a rarity, my Uncle kept pointing out - should kill her own father. The same who sent her to all the best schools and has, in his own way, protected his daughter. How many Black fathers and mothers would love to be able to educate their children comfortably, to send them abroad to sunny islands across crystal waters at whim.
This is the problem I've had with Liv ever since her father was introduced to the show. Olivia Pope is not Meredith Grey. She's a brown girl, and as educated as she is, she knows brown people history. Ergo, she knows - or at least should know - that whining about Mommy and Daddy issues is a spoiled white girl's luxury. I get that Shonda Rhimes is famous for her colorblind casting, but let's be realistic about this. If Daddy Pope was my Daddy, or the Daddy of your average Black woman in America, complaints would not be in order. I'd have a mansion in Manila, a high-rise in Seoul, a coastal villa in Thailand, and the hottest brown men in the world on my speed dial.
What I would not be doing, however, is mooning over the likes of Jake and fucking Fitz.
The winter finale ends with the Vice-President kidnapping Olivia in order to force Fitz to declare war. *rolls eyes*
Betchu that wouldn't have happened if Daddy Pope hadn't lifted his protection, huh?