Damnit, Shonda!!!!! You ruined my past Friday night. I planned on having night home alone like Sandra Bullock’s character in While You Were Sleeping (which consists of me chilling at home in J.C. Penney pajamas, eating take out while pining over Bill Pullman and Peter Gallagher. But instead of pining over guys, I’d make pretend afro bangs with my ‘fro. I think we can all agree that pretend afro bangs is only slightly less pathetic than Bullock pining over a Pullman/Gallagher two piece peen special). Seriously though, Hollywood, those dudes were the best you could do?! Just to let you know, this was one of my friend’s well thought out response to that casting: “those white niggas ain’t shit.” How profound.
Anyway, that was my plan. Then I decided to check out the pilot episode of your new show on ABC called Scandal. Cut to FIVE hours later, after I finished all five episodes and looked at my clock and saw it was 1:30 in the morning:
Exactly. I got pulled back into Shonda Rhimes’ tomfoolery after breaking up with her over “Grey’s Anatomy.”
I mean, I haven’t gotten so hooked on anything since I had a sleepover with girlfriends and we watched the movie Showgirls, went to bed, woke up and watched Showgirls again in the morning. I’m not ashamed.
