Okay, at this point in my life, there’s only one show I watch religiously: Grey’s Anatomy.
The last two episodes have caused me physical pain. You see, the main characters, the swooping eagles of the show–Merideth, Derek, Christina, and Burke–mean nothing to me. They’re interesting in a surreal sort of way.
There are two characters I DO care about–Izzie and George. They seem very real to me…they’re best friends and confidants, and they’re flawed. They don’t soar quite as high as the rest, but they do have a depth of emotion that is the anchor of this show – when George’s dad died, I had to consider what my own response will be to my father’s passing. When Izzie lost Denny, the man for whom she threw away her career, I had to examine just what I would do if my own beloved were dying and there was precious little I could do about it.
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