I must admit, I’ve been a bit of a TV whore this past year, briefly jumping into bed with a number of shows. And I almost always leave them feeling dirty and unsatisfied as I do the Walk of Shame back to my true love: the Internet.
Grey’s Anatomy, a show I adored the first couple of seasons, has been among my many fleeting bed partners lately. They lost me with the on-again, off-again Derek/Meredith drama, all of the relationships involving Callie and, of course, the ridiculously drawn-out hallucination storyline in which Izzy screws a dead dude.
But, hey, that’s just me.
Sometimes I would record the show and just fast-forward to the scenes where McDreamy would smile at me, er… I mean, Meredith. Other times I would watch the first half-hour before switching to 30 Rock. Yet other times, I chose to skip it altogether to do something more entertaining, like complete Facebook’s fascinating “Which Sex and the City Gal Are You?” quiz. (Answer: Miranda.)
I did, however, tear myself away from surfing Facebook long enough to watch the finale last night. Did y’all see it? Meredith and Derek get married by Post-It Note! (Um, what?) Alex wants to smother Izzy with a pillow! (Join the crowd, buddy.) George gets hit by a bus and… dies? (Buh-bye, hefty Grey’s paychecks.) Izzy has surgery and… goes into cardiac arrest. (Hello, coma and writers’ revenge.)
Although the possible double-death cliffhanger yielded a lot of uncertainty, one thing is for sure: No matter what Facebook says, I am definitely more Dorothy than Blanche! Pssshhh.