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(Insert Witty Scandal-Related Title Here): Continuing the Dialogue

February 15, 2013
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(Insert Witty Scandal-Related Title Here): Continuing the Dialogue

By Brandon T. Maxwell The following is an attempt to respond to some of the critiques of my article, “Olivia Pope and The Scandal of Representation,” recently published by The Feminist Wire. Herein, I attempt to address what I perceived to be overarching critiques of the essay and respond to them accordingly, engaging criticisms...
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Olivia Pope and the Scandal of Representation

February 7, 2013
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Olivia Pope and the Scandal of Representation

By Brandon Maxwell On April 5, 2012 Shonda Rhimes premiered yet another television drama that would entice millions of viewers to faithfully return to their couches weekly to watch her newest production – Scandal. In case you haven’t seen it, this drama purportedly centers on protagonist Olivia Pope (Kerry Washington), a “Professional Fixer,” and...
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