We have all complained, at one time or another, on the quick spiralling freefall that is this season’s Grey’s Anatomy. Between the ghost sex and the impromptu training operations that would have no doubt been a felony in any other show, it all gives this writer pause. If these are the story lines that we saw, what are the plotlines that got turned down? Read More »

Dear Grey’s Anatomy,

This is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write. We’ve had some wonderful times, you and I—all those steamy scenes in the elevator at Seattle Grace come to mind. However (and I say this with a heavy heart), it is past time to part ways. I simply cannot devote an entire hour out of my week to you anymore. At one time, I happily planned my Thursday evening around seeing you, but now? I hardly recognize you. You have changed in the last two years, and while I first stayed out of loyalty, that is no longer reason enough.

It’s not me, it’s you. I mean that in the nicest way possible…you’re really not my type anymore. I’m sure there are some who would find Izzie and Denny having passionate ghost-sex thrilling, but it’s just not for me. In the words of McDreamy, there should be more kissing. And between actual, live humans.

There used to be excitement. Addison Shepherd’s arrival at the hospital had me reeling. I nearly fell off the couch when Meredith put her hand in the body cavity with the bomb. Izzie’s romance with her heart patient (while he was still living, anyway) made me long for my very own Denny. When he died I cried in a manner unseen since Titanic. You used to incite a windstorm of emotions. I never knew what I was feeling. Did I want MerDer to work? Was Burke the right man for Cristina? And what about Finn? Read More »

After a stint of boy craziness that’s lasted maybe ten years, I’ve had one bad break-up too many and recently entered a period of no-men-under-any-circumstances- and-I-mean-it, lasting indefinitely.

Don’t get me wrong– I like being single. I’m pretty independent. I can still study and interact with other humans. I function. But when it comes to the menfolk, I get easily distracted. And attempting to stay celibate in college is like asking Whitney Houston to get clean in a crack house. So, thinking that the best offense is a good defense, I’m using a plethora of methods to stay on track and focused.

These are the ones that didn’t work.

Fattening Food I started eating pizza every day. Like, a lot of pizza. There’s this place down the street from my house that serves whole pies for five dollars. (I get the “Oahu,” which is just fancy-pants for Hawaiian. Eating an entire pie in less than three minutes almost helps you forget you’re totally pathetic.) And the first few days I was feeling all blob-like and disgusting, but that’s actually passed. Because after a few weeks I’ve plumped up a bit, and now my skin glows (read: has a greasy sheen) from the extra calories. It kind of makes me want to have a baby. Which is bad. Bad, bad, bad. Read More »

Ok, there are few things I’d like to address about last night’s episode of Grey’s.

First, can someone please explain to me why McDreamy and the Chief are living in trailers? Last time I checked these guys were doctors. Don’t doctors make lots of cash and live in big houses? Maybe I missed something. Regardless, it’s a little odd that they’re just camping out on some grassy knole.

Then we have Izzy and George. I’m sure we all saw this one coming (no pun intended) and we can probably all relate to wanting sex to be really mind-blowing with someone, when sadly it just won’t be. But this whole relationship of their’s is getting annoying. I mean, yes, there needs to be some kind of conflict to keep us entertained, but where exactly is this going? Do we really see these two tying the knot or even having good sex? My prediction is that Izzy gives him the old, “let’s just be friends again,” speech, which may force George to go crawling back to Callie, (who p.s. sucks as Chief Resident) begging her for some actual good sex. Read More »

Thank you, ABC for airing a brand-spanking new episode of my favorite show. I feel like it’s been like a month since I had the pleasure of sitting down, cheap wine in hand, to view an episode. It’s been hard, but here it is, already Thursday and I made it through.

Anyway, I think a recap is in order. The last episode was crazy. Everyone’s personal issues surfaced — Meredith survived her brush with death by coming to terms with her relationship fears, George and Callie told off Izzie for being unsupportive of their marriage and Cristina revealed the source of her tough exterior – she watched her father die when she was only 9 years old. Is it me? Or did Grey’s just get a whole lot deeper?

Some think that the ferry crash series of episodes was kind of random. But I think we definitely got to learn the truths of each character. I must say I kind of feel closer to them now, as corny as that sounds.

What I disliked about the “Meredith comes back to life” episode was how unrealistic it was. Come on. Someone who’s been deprived of oxygen for that long cannot walk away scott-free. How bout a little brain damage? Obviously, Meridith is good-as-new. That’s TV for you I guess.

Here’s to the highlight of my night, Grey’s Anatomy.