丑闻 第三季 13 集评介：Scandal season 3 episode 13 review

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On this episode of Scandal, of course many gut-wrenching events took place! For instance we are reminded of Big Jerry (Fitz’s late hooker-loving daddy) “forcing” himself (euphemism for rape) onto Mellie 15 years ago and it traumatizing her so much so that it ruined her fresh marriage with Fitz. She attempts suicide and lieutenant governor, Andrew (I can’t recall his last name) saves her. I’ve always been Team Mellie because she is a fierce First Lady and I’m so happy she FINALLY got a little play, even with the portrait of Jackie Kennedy voyueristically hanging in the background. The only other time Mellie got any play was when a scotched up Fitz rejected her attempt at fellatio in the steamy shower last season.

Moreover, we have to the whole B613 clan in which Mr.Ballard seemed to be unpleasantly surprised to realize that in order to be Command, he’d actually have to work. And was I the only one to scream “oh, I heard that!” when he told Olivia that ain’t nobody got time to come home to popcorn and wine!?! Speaking of which, I’ve never noticed Olivia eat, even when she’s having Sunday dinner with Daddy aka Rowan aka Eli. And Huck, stop bringing Olivia coffee and get her some damn food! You know she’s in dire need of some sustenance!

Then we have Quinn Perkins, Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, who is working day and night to improve that B613 résumé. It was weird that she was mostly affected by Huck licking her on the face. Did she forget that he duct tapped her up naked and yanked out her tooth? I have a cousin who just got her wisdom tooth pulled and said there aren’t enough drugs in the world to alleviate such pain. With that being said, who cares about a lick on the face??

Speaking of drugs, that whole Mellie suicide attempt thing, in true Scandal fashion, shows up in present day that there was once OxyContin in the governor’s mansion. In even truer Scandal fashion, someone was covering it up. And of course Olivia kills the story and in the most utterly true Scandal fashion, no one knows how nor cares how.

Meanwhile, James is still trying to expose his husband on the whole Daniel Douglas murder. And Sally is having hallucinations about that dreadful night the devil crept into her for turning her back on the unborn and stabbed her closeted kept husband with a letter opener. Every time the newly widowed Langston comes on screen I can’t help but to start singing that one number from Chicago, HE HAD IT COMING! Then walks in my favorite character, Hollace Doyle with his new found love for yoga and vegan food, and all his southern eloquence, ready to fund the Langston campaign just like he funded his daughter cutting off her own ear.

As for funding, we also have what’s her name, Assalamu Alaykum, who not only exposes a bit more of Harrison’s past (something about Clearwater), but also reintroduces us to Mama. We discover that the two of them are interested in funding the Grant campaign. Hmm, why I wonder? Does it have anything to do with daddy?

Another discovery is the secret service agent isn’t actually down with the Olitz cause like we may have thought, but instead is part of B613 as well. So he’s the whole reason daddy knows Olivia has been sinning with the president…

We shall all see what’s to come next week on Scandal! I hope you liked my review! If you happened to be in China and still want to enjoy your American shows, check out Tudou.com! Til next week Scandalites!

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When Mellie tells Olivia that she would never stoop down to her level of infidelity…

Anna May Wong

Here’s my take on the icon…

More people these days know of Marilyn Monroe than they do of Anna May Wong. But don’t fret, Posh Posh is here to put the spotlight back on the style goddess and cinematic superstar. During the Roaring 20s, Ms. Wong was the most sought after actress of Asian descent in American and European cinema. Wong acted in everything, from rousing melodramas to wild comedies, from silent film noirs to technicolor scripted classics. Though it took years for Ms.Wong to be offered a lead role, her spark, pizazz, and style ignited even in the background. She was a muse to many designers, artists, and directors and worked alongside Hollywood’s biggest names. To the western world she was their “China Doll” though sometimes depicted as a “Dragon Lady”. And though the Eastern world chastised her for her overt sexiness, the ethos of China was Anna May Wong’s greatest style inspiration.

At the beginning of her acting career her style was that of a typical 1920s flapper: Robe de Style chemise dresses, dark bobbed haircut accented with crystal and pearl headbands, 2 to 3 inched pumps, brightly rouged cheeks, and wine colored pouty lips. Wong wore the sartorially elegant designs of couturier, Jeanne Lanvin and Vogue costume designers. It wasn’t until she tapped into her Chinese roots and spent a year in Taishan that she started wearing traditional Chinese clothing.

In the 1937 film, Chinese Costume Party, Wong is introduced as, “China lady of fashion.” She wears a sapphire Mandarin gown and says, “I’ve just returned to Hollywood, after a most marvelous year in China. My first visit to the ancestral country. All the Chinese ladies looked so smart and vivid in their beautiful modern dresses of China. And being feminine, it made a deep impression on me. Not to mention my pocketbook. I could not resist to go completely Chinese in my wardrobe.” Thereafter, Wong paired silk qipao (chee-pow) dresses with fabulous furs and chic shawls and went everywhere with a calligraphed bamboo fan.

Anna May Wong’s style was so groundbreaking at the time that in 1934, the Mayfair Mannequin Society of New York voted her “world’s best dressed woman.” Her exotic fashion was  fêted by high society in London, Paris, New York, Hollywood, and all over the world. Her combination of traditional Chinese and western clothing was a style no one had ever seen before. Ana May Wong will go down in history for not only being the first superstar of asian heritage but also for integrating vintage attire and culture with modern fashion. With trends from the early 20th century coming back to fashion today, look nowhere else but at Ana May Wong for inspiration.

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Black Beauty

There is an old english saying that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” but according to British based psychologist, Satoshi Kanazawa, it is scientifically proven that black women are the least attractive amongst all other races. As a black women, of course I’m highly offended by this claim but as a person with a solid self-esteem I just took it as another way for society to jab at our already wounded egos. Now none of Kanazawa’s social experiments were taken seriously due to lack of actual scientific evidence but it is painful to think that a claim so absurd would even be acknowledged.

I want people reading this to be able to tap into the psyche of the black woman and to be able to empathize with the battles of beauty and self-esteem we face everyday. You see, I’m from San Francisco, where the black population makes up a mere 6% and is deteriorating every generation. When I was younger I went to a predominately Hispanic and black elementary school. Then, everyone around me looked like me, talked like me, had the braids and knockers like me, and had names like mine. But when I went to a private middle school that’s when I started to notice the substantial differences between me and the other girls. Sarah and Mary didn’t get their hair pressed twice a month and weren’t worried about the foggy mist of San Francisco frizzing up their hair. Whenever Susan and Ashley flipped through a teen magazine or watched a PG-13 movie they saw women who looked just like them. I remember wishing and praying to have naturally straight hair. I’d go to the ends of the earth and back as long as the ends of my hair would come out silky and smooth. In those days during class all that would go through my head were words like “nappy-headed” and “kinky” and I’d look around and be reminded of just how inadequate my hair was.

I was constantly racially profiled and scrutinized about my hair, Jane would ask questions like “is that your real hair?” or “you really put glue in your hair?” When I got to high school phrases like “you’re pretty . . . for a black girl” and “I don’t date black girls” were always said to or around me. My sophomore year, we were assigned to read The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison which analyzes the status quo of beauty. It’s about a young black girl and a society who believes whiteness is the standard of beauty. This young black girl is convinced that the only way she could be loved is if she had blue eyes, which ends up driving her insane. When I read this book, I learned that there has always been a spectrum of beauty and I would always be at the end. Society etched in my mind that I was only pretty enough if I looked like Halle Berry or Alicia Keys and only good enough if my hair was straight. And straight hair was an obsession for me up until a year ago when I went natural and that weight of the world was relieved from my shoulders.

In the media, the epitome beauty has always been portrayed as skinny, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Anything other than that must strive to become this ideal by dying and straightening their hair, wearing colored contacts, light foundation, and having unhealthy diets. This idea of beauty has been put on a pedestal and us black women will never be able to compete. Us black women are constantly told we are too ghetto, loud, angry, ugly, we’re the least likely to get married but most likely to be on welfare. We have bad attitudes and are only portrayed in a negative light. You tell me, how can we feel beautiful about ourselves when experiments are done to tell us that we’re ugly? Or when we watch music videos or flip through magazines it only shows black women of mixed race or lighter skin complexions? This obsession with a certain attractiveness has taken beauty out of the eye of the beholder and into the hands of societal standards.

So the burning question is: How can we feel beautiful?