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    I'm glad we were all horrified by this turn of events (if the show meant for us to find it shocking rather than disgusting, they sorely miscalculated), but did anyone else think it was just…unconvincing? I understand she was rattled, but I just didn't buy *this* as the moment that caused her to snap. It seemed

    Gettysburger doesn't exist because we have Ray's Hello Burger (there's a new one on K and 4th) and Red Apron. Best burger for my money is at The Partisan, though.

    Buckle it up! Buckle it up! Buckle it up or you'll DIEEEEEEEEE!

    I'm simply going with events that actually happened in the show. It could have ended with her and Jake on a tropical island, and even as dreadful as Jake is (for all the reasons cited above) he's still not the worst choice by far. That is what Scandal has reduced us to: we have guys who are murderers, rapists and

    I'm still rewatching Season 2. As glorious as it is (even my boyfriend is intrigued and watching with me), there are a few moments that make me wonder if Scandal was destined to become a sleazefest. The silent, violent sex scene with Abby and David; Fitz's horrendous line "I may not be able to control my erections

    It's not being hinted at, it's being telegraphed with a sledgehammer. And it's awful.

    I was doing some tedious housework and decided to rewatch the second season of Scandal. My God, it was utterly fantastic. The great outfits! Paranoid David! JAMES! I cannot believe how far this show has fallen. What an absolute shame.

    Yeah, I remember that, and I'm hoping he doesn't let that bleakness completely poison Roast Beef and Molly. I always thought Achewood was at its best when it explored the weird but genuinely affectionate bonds between its characters.

    I can't be the only one who forgot Achewood existed, right? I was a devoted reader from 2002 to about 2009, when Onstad seemed to have some kind of nervous breakdown and the story veered into a cringe-inducing attempt at some kind of sexual southern Gothic horror.

    My boyfriend and I were in stitches at "I. Am. Not. A. Hen!", but what really threw me was the implication that her vagina is a henhouse, or something.