Every time President Fitzgerald Grant appears to be reading or signing a stack of important documents on Scandal, he is in fact working on the Washington Post's junior crossword puzzle, which he completes religiously every day of the week except for Sundays, when they run Sudoku instead.  4AM. INTERIOR OVAL OFFICE. FITZ sits at his desk, a half-empty decanter of whiskey at his elbow, his right hand at his temple. FITZ picks up the phone. FITZ…

Listen, just because we had a little too much lesbian separatism in the '70s doesn't mean we shouldn't have any now. For too long now has the word "slash" been used to exclusively refer to a set of pallid, languorous white-blonde youths semi-closetedly making out under the bleachers, and as much as I approve of Magic Twink Makeouts, one can tire of too much of almost anything.  Which leads me to Scandal, the greatest television…