Okay, so Grey’s Anatomy and its motley cast of characters redeemed itself with me this week, although the show itself was off the chizains. Really. The show was the bomb, in more ways than one.
From George’s major man-up moment helping deliver Dr. Bailey’s ain’t-no-stoppin’-me-now baby, to Bailey chastising George to stop looking at her “Va-jay-jay” as the baby came out, last night’s episode was mesmerizing, bonafide gripping television, with a conclusion to last week’s cliffhanger that delivered, and then some.
…to me thinking maybe Meredith had finally met the real love of her life in the guy from the bomb squad who she finally gave the bomb…
…and Dr. McDreamy remembering, with almost obsessive/stalkerish detail, his last kiss with Meredith, right down to the lavender smell in her freshly-washed hair and the hole at the back of the neck of her ratty t-shirt.
It was all so much. Great, great viewing, and I learned some stuff in the process.
Three things I took from last night’s episode:
2. George has the ability to see into the future, but his lens is real, real, real fucked up.
3. Meredith is keenly attuned to her intuition (last week’s episode started with her rambling about feeling like she was going to die, and she almost did), but, like George, her keen intuition is skewed in real, real, real, real fucked-up kind of way. The next time she announces she feels like she’s going to die, whoever’s in the room should make a break for it, because you can rest assured one of them is about to bite it, not her. Which makes her either the world’s greatest empathizer (taking on the feeling of the actual fates of others), or a modern-day narcissistic Cassandra (“I tell you, I’M the one who’s going to die, not you!! It’s MY destiny!! If anybody’s going to die today, it’s ME!!!”—meanwhile the people around her are dropping like flies.)