Television loves the scary woman. The camera lingers on her face for an extra beat as the perfectly-glossed lips purse and a groomed brow arches in sync with a swelling musical crescendo, a cue that lets you know this is a woman not to be fucked with. Scary women get shit done. Scary women wake up every morning, look at themselves in the mirror and whisper a list of things they will handle, a mantra repeated almost as involuntarily as breathing. Scary women learned quickly and early that being scary begets respect.