I was going to start this piece off by calling Shaun an idiot. However, after watching him confront Lea on last night’s episode (S03E18), I can’t seem to summon the vitriol anymore. Mostly because I think he finally realizes how idiotic he has been. And it’s not as fun to kick someone when they’re down, you know?
The Good Doctor centers around a brilliant surgical resident, Shaun, who is also autistic. In the current season (S3), Shaun is caught in a love-triangle of sorts. The incredibly ridiculous Carly/Shaun/Lea triangle.
Laughable, really. As if Lea can hold a candle to Carly in the girlfriend department. Honestly, Carly should be given the Oscars-equivalent for Best Girlfriend.
But maybe I’m biased. Let’s examine the facts, shall we?
When we first meet Lea, she is literally the girl-next-door. She breezes past Shaun’s autistic barrier to social interactions and worms her way into his affections. She doesn’t mind that he is autistic. Instead, she seems to like that he is autistic. One time, she even says that he is not like other guys. She takes him out of his comfort zone: road-tripping, driving, drinking, even giving him his first kiss. Perfect, romantic teenage-y stuff, right? No, because Lea drops him like a hot potato almost immediately, claiming that she just wants to be friends and moves right out of San Jose before he could say Dillalo.
Just when Shaun starts to become okay without her, she moves back to San Jose, right into his house and they become roommates. Poor, confused Shaun. Like he needs this much drama in his first situation-ship.
Thankfully, the writers realized that Shaun needs some sanity in his life, so at the end of season 2, Shaun asks another doctor out on a date. Her name is Carly and she has sense. Did I mention that she has sense? Yeah, okay.
In his relationship with Carly, Shaun grows by leaps and bounds. He learns how to be comfortable with his autism. He learns that he is desirable even as someone with autism. He and Carly have open, honest, and deep conversations about their biases (Carly wondering if she is dating him to prove a point because her sister is autistic), their personalities (Shaun disliking intimate physical contact, i.e. handholding), fears (Shaun being afraid Carly will grow tired of his “issues”). For the record, she never gets tired of his “issues.”
Meanwhile, Lea hovers around their relationship like a visible ghost. She lives with Shaun until Carly tells him that she is not comfortable with their housing arrangement. Lea moves out, but less than two episodes later, she is around again, working in the same hospital as a technical assistant (y’all, Lea is supposed to be an automotive engineer! What does that have to do with medical software?)
Finally, the love triangle seems to be solved in S03E16 when Carly breaks up with Shaun because she thinks he is in love with Lea. It takes him an episode to get there, but Shaun agrees with Carly’s assessment and goes after Lea, because he “loves her more.” If I rolled my eyes any harder, they would pop out of their sockets.
Here’s why this is problematic: Shaun already picked Carly over Lea! In S03E11, he weighed Lea and Carly against each other, and picked Carly. If Shaun was not autistic, the storyline of him not “realizing” his love for Lea might be plausible. But he is, so it is not. Shaun is brutally honest and does not engage in nuanced emotional interactions that belie artifice. If he wanted Lea over Carly in S03E11, he would have picked Lea over Carly. But he didn’t.
So, for him to be persuaded that he loves Lea more than Carly because he and Lea sang into one mic at karaoke is a level of idiocy that Shaun should never even have considered. Shaun even tries justifying his decision by claiming Lea makes him a better version of himself (please read: not autistic).
Either Shaun is an idiot or the writers messed up by making Lea seem prejudiced. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Because Lea is who she is now, and Shaun is autistic. They do not fit together. It’s borderline toxic and just plain wrong. To insinuate that Carly did not make Shaun want to be better is a writer’s cop out. Shaun grew so much in one season with Carly than he did in two seasons with Lea. That might have something to do with Carly’s caring consistency and stability, something Lea is not great at.
I applaud Lea’s decision to reject Shaun, but it also highlights why it shouldn’t even have been an option in the first place.
This week's playlist is filled with mood music to get those creative/productive juices flowing. Hope you like.
I pray that your week will be amazing and everything the Lord wants it to be (which is amazing)
Have you guys been enjoying the playlist? I hope so!
Let's get right onto the review...
Hey there, beautiful people, here's what I am listening to this week. I think you'll enjoy the playlist (you know, since I have such an unparalleled taste in music, hehe)
Have a fun week!
Being an adult is putting the leftover pot of food in the fridge because you can’t come and kill yourself.
Being an adult is leaving dishes in the sink overnight.
Being an adult is sometimes sleeping with makeup on.
Being an adult is dozing off on the toilet seat.
Being an adult is going to the washing machine to find your clothes almost dry because you forgot them in there.
Being an adult is going to the dryer to find your clothes cool because you forgot them in there.
Being an adult is not remembering if you turned the dryer on.
Being an adult is spending hours in traffic listening to a Spotify playlist that makes no sense.
Being an adult is realizing that the playlist radio makes more sense than the playlist itself.
Being an adult is an experience.
Being an adult is an experience I am grateful for.
Being an adult is an experience I am determined to consciously and presently enjoy.
You trudge into a gathering of Nigerians (so either a church or a party*), trailing behind your Mama-popular mother.
Suddenly, she looks to the right and wonders aloud, "Is that not Bola Eleko?" Before you know what is happening, she has changed direction and you are rapidly approaching a table of strangers. You get to the table and then begin your own wondering, "Who at this table qualifies as Uncle/Aunty? Do I just curtsy for everyone? Or should I just form omo America and say hi to everyone?"
When we were 12, every woman who was old enough to wear a full face of makeup and carry her own purse was Aunty. And every guy who was old enough to have broad shoulders and facial hair was Uncle.
A decade later, the rules are not so simple anymore. Now that we are now agbalagba*** ourselves, who qualifies as Aunty and Uncle to us?
The people we've been calling Aunty and Uncle since we were 12 don't count. They've been grandfathered in.
But how about the cousins that you are meeting for the first time? Or that family friend who you've only spoken to once?
Some people use age difference as a guideline, but how-in-the-heck am I supposed to know your age if we met 5 minutes ago? The whole thing is just wahala.
If you have thoughts, please drop 'em below. I'd like to know
* If you know, you know. You know?
**agbalagba - Yoruba word for adult
She took a deep breath, one hand on her chest and the other gripping the steering wheel tightly.
It’s okay, Tola. It’s just a date.
It was her first date this year, which wasn’t bad considering it was only January 14th. But it was also her first date since 2018.
When she woke up on January 1st 2020, Tola knew something had to change. She couldn’t keep waiting for Mr. Right to walk up to her when she was getting coffee at Starbucks. For all she knew, Mr. Right didn’t drink coffee.
So Tola had picked up her phone and dialed Mummy’s Nigerian number.
You were right. I need your help to find someone, she admitted, her words laced with shame and frustration.
Tola intentionally made the call using Whatsapp Voice call - she couldn’t bear to see the I-told-you-so look on Mummy’s face. It hadn’t mattered. Mummy said it. Multiple times.
Then, two days later, like the answer to a prayer, a tall glass of handsome chocolate had walked up to her in Starbucks and asked for her number. She had been tempted to ask if he was sure.
But she didn’t. Instead, she took his phone and typed her number.
I’ll call you, he promised with a wide smile and twinkling eyes.
And he had.
So here she was, on January 14th 2020, a 35-year-old woman terrified to go into Applebee’s.