E: Woohoo! Cat Deeley and So You Think You Can Dance! YES! That pretty much made my morning, y’all. Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance…This looks something like the Snoopy dance, if you’re wondering.
E: Here we are, another season ended. Who knew that was a pop song? All Grey’s episode titles are all pop songs, and at this point, there are a lot I haven’t heard of. Granted, there’s White Wedding and I Will Survive, but then there’s also Unaccompanied Minor. Okay.
Like last week, I was pretty pleased with this episode. It wasn’t a horrific weepfest like last year, but I did cry, for the first time in a long time, and that’s something I expect of Grey’s. The ratio of personal drama to medical cases was let’s just say , unusual for Grey’s. I don’t think we even saw a surgery take place, and only had two or maybe three actual patients. But for all that, it was good show.
E: You know what? I thought this was a pretty good episode. Crazy gory surgery, interesting problems, and some deeply crazy interpersonal drama. I liked it. They made the much advertised betrayal plausible.
E: Sigh. More and more, I wonder what I am doing still watching this show. Am I the only one? How can I not even get emotional about cute African orphans? Hmm, because we’re focused so much on the doctors that the team has lost their excellent skill at creating great patient characters in a brief amount of time. It’s like they’re not even trying anymore. And the doctors storylines are not enough to keep me intrigued right now.
E: How sad is it that the only thing that stuck with me after this episode is how cute little baby Sofia is? Those chubby chubby cheeks are just preposterous squeezable.
But the rest of the show? Eh. What happened again? The sad thing is, I’m serious.
Or maybe I’m just creating a mental block between my brain and the really stupid (and totally expected) plot “twist” the writers inflicted on us this week.