I have to hand it to Shonda Rhimes; the lady can create some television people just want to watch. Grey’s Anatomy has been on for TEN seasons now and has produced one pretty successful spinoff show. That’s not something you see everyday. If we’re being honest here though, I tried to leave Grey’s behind years ago. I mean really, it’s the kind of medical show you can’t help but roll your eyes at. Every character seems doomed to perpetual unhappiness by their own devices, and all the doctors are wildly–WILDLY I say–unprofessional.
But. As downright absurd as Grey’s can be (a shooter AND a plane crash? And a bomb scare?! These people should be in A LOT more therapy), the show does have its strengths. Was there one dry eye left anywhere when Denny died? Who doesn’t love Bailey in all her sassy glory? I think we all simultaneously rejoiced and threw our hands up in exasperation when Meredith and Derek kind of sort of got married via post-it. You can always count on a gut-wrenching end-of-season cliffhanger where someone surprising might die. And the phrase “Pick me. Choose me. Love me.” has pretty much become a standard of television quoting phraseology.
Like I said, I tried to give up on Grey’s long ago, but due to basically everyone I have ever known/lived with being fans of the show, I’ve somehow still managed to see the majority of its ten seasons. And you know what? I’m a little glad I did.
Okay, Grey’s. We pick you. We choose you. The verdict is in: we love you.
Until next time,