When I first heard of the show, I was excited and who wouldn’t be?! The story line seemed like the story of many a black woman. But even as I try to express how the show makes me feel, I’m so tempted to delete everything and go to sleep but what stops me is that I know by morning I would have the sane feelings again.
For those of you who watch the show, you would be familiar with the characters that I speak about. Every woman, black, white, mixed, yellow and blue has known what it is like being a woman. The sometimes, day in and day out struggle of being misunderstood or any other adjective that is deemed fit for us. I can relate to many of the situations that Mary Jane faces and that is what upsets me more than anything.
We, women that is, have all had our hearts broken at some point and some of us have had it broken by the same man. This man for Mary Jane, is David. He is her weak spot and we all have that person who is our weak spot. Frankly, mine compelled me to write a whole book about him but that is a completely different topic for a completely different time.
David, David, David, I shake my head. Why is it that the man who causes us pain is the man we always want? What upsets me about Mary Jane?Being Mary Jane! As hilarious and ironic as it may seem, the show has the perfect name. It is all about real situations, it may not happen in our lives in the hour that it may on the show but it happens. Many of us can relate, we may have even fast forwarded through some of the issues but we all scream at her not to make the choices she does because we know far too well how it turns out.
As nerve wrecking as it may be watching the show and in some cases being able to wonder if someone used actual footage from some aspects of my life…Being Mary Jane has been and will continue to be and I will be me and continue watch it in wonder and awe as she takes me on the journey I was to scared to admit I wanted to take.
Like most people, I grew increasingly nervous when I heard that there was a new season to Spartacus after Blood and Sand or even Gods of the Arena and that it was to be named Vengeance. It had little to do with the actually series but I was concerned about the actor that would be cast as Spartacus after the brilliance of Andy Whitfield.
Andy Whitfield had an air about him when he played Spartacus, I had never seen him in any series before but his demeanor brought so much to the show. He was built for it, his fights always left me yearning for more and that epic sex scene he had with Ilithyia made me actually wish for that one instance that I was the Roman lying there. He was truly a true god of the arena and honestly speaking there nothing about his stint as Spartacus that I have forgotten, even his face is forever etched in my memory. That being said when I learnt that he was ailing, it hit me hard like he was a close family member or even a friend; his spirit was beautiful. He was a brilliant actor and from how he carried himself and from his interviews; he seemed like a remarkable and passionate person and I was sure that his boots could not be filled by another living soul. The producers made a good move introducing Gods of the Arena to give themselves time to find a suitable replacement. That was when they introduced pure craftmanship with the inclusion of Dustin Clare as Gannicus. Oh my goodness, Gannicus could stand against any man with his smirk and with his boyish giggle he could totally “mash up” the arena and any one that was sent out to fight him. In Gods of the Arena, we lost so many gladiators but at the same time we also got to learn all of the stories behind each of them, what made them into the men that we saw standing before us as they fought in dust and unsanitary conditions. We saw firsthand what Romans were made of as well and I wished that if I had lived in that era that I was a part of Spartacus’s camp; fighting for a cause and not a Roman. We were afforded the opportunity to see up close how life was for them in Capua living in the house of Batiatus and being forced to perform sexual acts and fighting to the death for the amusement for their masters and their friends. We got to see the true definition of the word slavery lived out by these gladiators, these men who were not free from the bondage of their masters and the cracking of a whip. When Gods of the Arena ended, the clock started ticking quite loudly as my friends and I would sit googling prospects suitable to be Spartacus. Andy Whitfield made the man a beast, a man who was undefeated and even though he died he will always be the one and only Spartacus for me; or at least I thought so.