Train your eyes on the tube and fall into a Sunday night depression as this show is all about crushing any hope of character redemption.

Give up now. Of two choices life traps you into making the worse choice and life is arbitrarily unfair and without the need for any personal reponsibility with our bodies or our commitments or our duty as doctors.

We are sick we are twisted and how can we heal others when our mind is unsound.

We will band together and fight against the cruel fortunes of life and suspend all reality because our oaths are nothing and noone will stop us because we socially object together. All power is vested in our hands even though we are the lowest on the rung.

Modern escapism is a cold detached self-dissection of the victimhood of life in a public medium. I am empty, he cried.

And it is a play within a play because we magnify your struggles and pretend to be your journal for why your life is pointless and unneccesarily hopeful while you sit on your sofa and stare emptily at a beam of light.

But you can bet the ride will be dramatic and you will tune in next time to see what our dimension-and-a-half characters will fall into next.

This is Grey's Anatomy. Don't expect redemption. Cue the music.


(1) Ellen Pompeo (who plays Meredith Grey) quips "Something I say a lot is, 'Why does she keep making these stupid mistakes? She's smart enough to make it through medical school, but she can't figure out that she shouldn't be sleeping with strangers.'" --source:,0,4623490.story?coll=zap-home-promo1 (which was the above the fold story in the local newspaper's TV section this week.)

(2) Medical professionals scoff at Grey's Anatomy season finales --source:,1,2024916.story?ctrack=1&cset=true