When I was a kid, every time the new Fall season of television would begin, I would rush to the supermarket and get the newest issue of TV Guide. Mostly I was excited about the new Saturday morning lineup. My morning escapes from reality were cherished moments, so I would scour the little magazine, highlighting my favorite shows and whatever new program looked like it would pique my interest. I grew up pretty poor, so this was what I had. Do I need to discuss how I had to change the channel with a pair of pliers?
Season Three of Grey’s Anatomy has started and my DVR was smart enough to remember that I lurves that show. I won’t regurgitate verbatim what this episode was about, but as I watched it became pretty obvious why the show is so appealing to me - emotional dysfunction. This is something that I completely understand.
These doctors’ twisted, complex, emotional hang-ups make me feel less like a crazy person. They can cut a human up and sew them together good as new, but they can’t tell someone they love them, they can’t choose their wives over their jobs, they can’t keep their pants on, they can’t cry when they are supposed to. Add in all the heart-wrenching stories of the people that come into the ER and well, I know how I am spending one hour of my life each week. Since I haven’t been able to see my therapist, this is the next best thing.
Next week, Smallville!