John Hattaway

On the outside looking in, my blogging looks like a waste of time. It might be. At the same time, I think, this morning, it does two things. First, allows me to get the writing thoughts going; and second, allows me to express an opinion on something that doesn’t, even in the smallest bit, matter.

Grey’s Anatomy.

This seasons Grey’s Anatomy has added something like 5000 new cast members. They are of varying shapes and sizes and help round out the original cast (those that are still there and didn’t die from a terrible bus accident or . . . whatever) for, according to news reports, an attempt to create an atmosphere where the show will last as long, or longer, than ER or other hospital shows.

Fine. Do whatever. The show stopped be a semi-realistic medical show a while ago. At least it’s not as bad as Private Practice. Talk about a thorny issue of problems. I mean, both shows delve into the moral implications of different medical choices, but at least Grey’s Anatomy is really a show about the sexual tensions that exist between doctors in a teaching hospital. Private Practice is, pretty much, a series of episodes about false dilemmas the doctors encounter only after they’ve consulted with families, asked what they patients want, educated patients on their choices, AND THEN, end up in the operating room not operating. Doctors may suffer from what I can only observe as moral deficiencies like this, but the moment a doctor agrees to a surgery – and so long as nothing specifically presents itself as making said surgery dangerous AFTER THE FACT, then the doctor has already made the moral choice and should do the surgery.

This is not about Private Practice, though.

Grey’s Anatomy was a fun show. It really stopped being that way a couple of seasons ago. Kind of sad. I liked the show for the first couple of seasons. It was a rather enjoyable medical drama about students learning about medicine. And then the producers and network decided to do what the show had, successfully – I think, been skirting. They dropped it into the realm of soap opera and as a result, neither the stories nor where the characters are going seem to make a lot of sense (to me) anymore. Sure, I get the dramatic choices, but really . . . Izzie with cancer and getting married to Alex, or Meredith and Derrick getting married via post-it note. Come on? None of that really strikes a chord to truth AND none of it is really anything more than drama poorly written and meant to entice the audience to tune in next time for something equally ridiculous.

Part of entertainment is to become interested in the lives of the characters. Sure, they are fake, but that is why we become interested. They don’t really exist nor would they deal with the situations if they did exist AND we want to see more. For me, Grey’s Anatomy jumped the proverbial shark or refrigerator and as a result, it’s heading downhill and fast. The involvement with these characters is beginning to require too much effort making it too difficult to enjoy them or enjoy spending one hour once a week with them. As a result, I lose interest.

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