Look, I know what you think about Grey's Anatomy. I know you think it's a high production soap opera or whatever. And I get that you think it's nothing but unnecessary drama and slutty doctors and all that. I get it.
But you know what? You don't need to tell me that. Because I like Grey's Anatomy and I just don't give a shit.
Yes, there's lots and lots of drama and unrealistic plot twists and some of it does seem silly.
But I need this one hour a week.
I need to see the dream relationships, like MerDer, and I need to see the friendships that are stronger, like the Twisted Sisters. They make me feel good after a long week. They make me smile. They remind me that there's still good to come when that's hard for me to believe.
And you know what else? I need to see all the ridiculously sad stuff on the show, too. When Derek died against all odds, and when the plane crashed, and when some psycho widower shot up the hospital. I need that because it reminds me that sometimes I need to cry. Let me tell you, nothing feels better than a good cry after you've let all those emotions build up for weeks. And when something sad happens on Grey's Anatomy, that gives me the perfect excuse to just let it all out.
And you know what else? Once a week, I just need a break. I deal with the stupid wrestling shows twice a week, and the anime, and the South Park, every week. I need some time to watch what I want to watch and to not care what you have to say about it. I need to be a chick in an apartment full of guys.
You need to understand that this show was an inspiration to me. I was fifteen and watching all these strong, badass women being surgeons and being sexy and being independent and not needing anyone else, and it made me think that I could do that, too. No, I didn't end up sticking with pre-med in college, and God willing, I will never cut another person open. But I do feel like I can be a strong, independent, badass woman all by myself. I feel like I can take on the world. And sure, it might not be all because of the show. But it certainly helped.
So yeah, once a week, you're going to have to hand over the remote. You can go ahead and hang out in your room while it's on, if you want, but before you go, how about you get me a glass of wine?