Posts Tagged ‘Grey’s Anatomy’

Still the One

November 1, 2009

I’ve been working my way through season two of The Sopranos, and I just finished watched episode 10, “Bust Out,” in which Carmela meets a sexy (to the middle-aged eye) contractor and they make out in her bathroom and then schedule a sex date for the next day, which falls through when the dude develops a conscience.

As far as we know, this is Carmela’s first time cheating, and I am all for it. I realize that I seem to have a double standard for men and women about cheating on tv (hate Don’s, love Betty’s; hate Tony’s, love Carmela’s) but I think I’m actually just in favor of the long suffering partner demanding what they want and what the other person has been taking with impunity. For example on Grey’s Anatomy I didn’t initially like Addison, who cheated on Derrick with his best friend, at ALL but I was in favor of him pursuing Meredith.

But, what got me to my keyboard today was that when Carmela’s preparing her lunch of adultery she’s rocking out to the Shania Twain song “Still the One.” When Doostyn and I met, nearly ten years ago, it was at one of those cheeseball teen events for gifted future leaders. (As you can tell, that worked out *really* well.) As is customary, at the end of the week-long event there was a dance, and we danced to “Still the One” dramatically but ironically, while all the teens swayed and cried and sang along to their objets de tendresse whom they had met one week previously. Ever since, it’s been “our song” and we’ll occasionally call the other one up when we hear it the radio and sing it loudly.

It struck me that there’s practically no worse song to sing about an affair you’re just starting when you’ve been married for twenty odd years. “You’re still the one since I met you yesterday when your sister whose husband my husband is bankrupting brought you over?” “You’re still the one Tony even though I’m totally cheating on you?”


What the Woman-Hating Crap is This Crap?

May 22, 2009

I’m one of the three and a half people still watching Grey’s Anatomy. I have no real defense, I used to tell people that while the scenarios were outlandish, the emotions were written in a very real way, which I thought felt true. Meredith and Christina’s friendship was, at its height, among the best written friendships between women on tv (currently I’m like Anne and Leslie on Parks and Rec).  But things have gone downhill.  Many have laid the blame at Katherine Heigl’s feet, but I think that’s just sexism at work. (After all, it’s not her fault her character has sucked, that’s at the feet of the writers. And if a male actor complained that his character was only given stereotypical work to do, I can’t imagine there would be the huge backlash Heigl has faced.)

I wish I could quit this show, but I am not a quitter, I tend to stick with shows until the bitter end. (See Hill, One Tree.)

So it was with increasingly heavy heart, that I watched the season finale.  (And yes, tears were jerked, I’m not made of stone, people. (Of course, tears were jerked at seeing Izzie, going to heaven in the prom dress she wore when Denny died and she got into bed with his body, and then Alex carried her out while that Snow Patrol song played, which was a season finale so moving I was dehydrated for days.))

I expected Meredith to be annoying, and Izzie to die. I expected Derek to be condescending, and Alex to be frustrating, but kind of appealing. I did not expect this:

Dr. Arizona Robins, upon learning that Bailey will be scrubbing in with the Chief and not her:  So I guess I’m on my own for this afternoon? My neuroblastoma? No no, don’t worry, you don’t have to. You’ll have the rest of your life to do neuroblastomas.

Bailey walks away.

AZ: Chief. I am going to cry. And I just want you to know that I know it’s going to happen. And I just want you to ignore it. And I’m not crying because I’m upset, it’s just what happens when I get mad at people in authority.

Chief: You’re mad at me?

AZ, crying now: I’m mad at you, and I’m crying because you’re the boss– my boss, which brings up my issues of  authority and my dad who you remind me of. Not that you’re old, but, you command respect, people respect you, I mean, I know I do, and Bailey does, which is why I’m mad, because it’s wrong, sir, it’s wrong to use a robot to lure Dr. Bailey back into general surgery because I don’t have a robot, all I have are little kids, they’re not as fun as a robot, and they’re not shiny and new and silver, and they don’t have things coming out of their belly buttons, but… I will fight you. And I will win. [Sob.] Sir.

And I really didn’t expect for that to be followed up with Bailey, our hard as nails chief resident, crying to the Chief while scrubbing in about her marriage.

Well that’s just fucking spectacular. We have two women crying at work, sobbing to their boss about personal, family issues. And not just any women, the woman is the head of the pediatrics department, and the chief resident. When I was but a young Gnatalby, my doctor mother impressed upon me the importance of never crying at work and keeping your personal issues personal.  This right here, these Grey’s Anatomy scenes, are the nightmare that misogynists try to invoke when they rail about women in the workplace… “What if the woman who holds your child’s life in her hands is too emotional to get the job done or is on the rag or something.”

I know it’s just a nighttime hospital soap, which is more about relationships than doctoring, but there has never been a scene where a male doctor was disabled by his feelings or tried to use said feelings to manipulate another doctor.  Yes, the male doctors have been incompetent plenty, but in ways that can’t be generalized to the population of working men.  When Dr. Burke developed a hand tremor that he concealed from his boss, that’s not a situation you can generalize onto all of man-kind, as when Dr. Shepard (Hey, I just realized that both Lost and Grey’s have Dr. Shepards. I guess the pun is too hard to resist.) retreats for awhile because he is despondant about losing so many patients.  Why that’s even noble.

Until we see comparable scenes of  male doctors breaking down for wholly personal reasons, or female doctors behaving consistently in a professional manner, Grey’s is getting the sideways look of off-pissery.

Keeping up with the Televisional Joneses

May 2, 2009

A couple weeks ago a good friend of The Booze Tube shared the list he had made up to remind himself what shows to watch throughout the week. Like me, this friend tends to watch tv the day after it airs, so, in a semblance of order, for me, that’s….

Monday: Huh, nothing.

Tuesday: One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl, How I Met Your Mother, Greek, and Chuck

Wednesday: Huh, nothing.

Thursday: Lost.

Friday: Holy Cats! The Office, Parks and Recreation, 30 Rock, Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice, and Ugly Betty.

Saturday: Dollhouse.

Shows that aren’t in season right now, but of which I am a religious follower: Secret Life of the American Teenager, Big Love, Mad Men, True Blood.

And that’s not to mention whole seasons of shows I’m just catching on DVD.  90210 (classic, not the current waste of prime time space), Melrose Place, Smallville, Flight of the Conchords, Arrested Development, and Battlestar Galactica.

Writing all that out makes me feel funny, like when Lynette lined up all of Bree Van de Kamp’s wine bottles on the porch with a note that said: “Still think you don’t have a problem?”*

But hey, when I’m a top tv blogger no one will question me! Or when I get my dream job of pairing foods with tv shows. 90s nighttime soaps go great with cheese, I mean, obviously.

*Though from what I remember, there were only like, 12 wine bottles. I guess I’d need to know the time span, because if that’s per day, then yeah, Bree totally had a problem, but if that’s over like, two weeks and she’s just lazy about recycling, then I think that’s a lot more borderline.  Incidentally, remember how Bree confesses in some later season that she sometimes fantasizes about opening the Chardonnay she knows is chilling in the fridge? What kind of assholes is she living with that keep wine in the fridge of a recovering alcoholic?