The Drama in Surgery in Greys Anatomy

Considering that I don’t have ETC and I hardly have time to watch movies let alone tolerate commercials, I just had to buy a dvd of the two seasons of Grey’s Anatomy. Sans the commercials and the anticipation of what’s going to happen next week because you are watching three episodes in one sitting, it has become increasingly drudging.

The soap fascinates me because my vocabulary had decreased to anything that has Mc in it: Mcdreamy, Mcsteamy, Mcvet, Mcmeals, Mcnaps, Mchotties, or McCars. Stop the Macs and get on with our lives, eh? Don’t think so. Grey’s Anatomy made me want to go on looking while they talk about their lives before heading out to scrubbing, or before heading out to a major surgery. It is like in the middle of the pancreatic surgery, seizures, brain damages, sutures and pre-mature babies, sex has to be squeezed in the middle, like an intermission among a very long program. Come on, the cast are together 24/7, its just right for them to sleep with each other.

The cast is another thing. I am reminded so much of Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and The City in Meredith Grey’s role. Soft around the edges but has a voice when she claims , “It’s not just a game to me. I have something to prove.” Like Carrie, she narrates in an earnest tone that we grew to love about Sarah Jessica Parker. But this time, its Ellen Pompeo who is remniscent of Rene Zellweger, its annoyingly anal. It doesn’t help that her Mcdreamy is Patrick Dempsey – another Sean Penn baby –is also her Mr. Big. Mr. Big has always been the dreamboat that no one can actually have but still, fantasies of him will forever be present in any girl’s head. Its a myth – these Mr. Bigs of the world. Its good to be true even if any of the girls who has her own Mr. Big gets to snag him.