I really loved the first sea­son of Grey’s Anatomy. It had a racially diverse cast. It had a great sto­ry­line of see­ing how these newly minted doc­tors sur­vive their res­i­dency. Also, it was fun watch­ing the attend­ing humil­i­ate them at every turn. How­ever, there were the other sub­plots that were equally inter­est­ing. First, there is Dr. Mered­ith Grey’s mom who was a well respected sur­geon who has Alzheimer’s disease. Secondly, there’s her rela­tion­ship with a doc­tor that she slept with on a blind date and who she kicks out of her apart­ment to never to see again.  Alas, before he can become a faded memory, she soon real­izes that he is her attend­ing: Dr. Derek Shepherd.

In a romance book, the rela­tion­ship between Mered­ith and Derek I would have enjoyed along with the com­pli­ca­tions that would crop up later. Remem­ber the end of sea­son one? On TV, how­ever, I can’t stand Meredith. I know she nar­rates the show. I know the show is named after her but I can­not stand Mered­ith.  Her char­ac­ter is por­trayed as some­one who is arro­gant and selfish.  Everything seems to revolve only around her and Dr. Shep­herd.  I was ini­tially put off by their rela­tion­ship because it is uneth­i­cal. In real­ity, I don’t think the other res­i­dents would have allowed it because he con­tin­ued to favor her for the surg­eries that oth­ers wanted just as badly. All of that is cir­cum­spect as I am not a med­ical doc­tor. Who knows, they may do this all the time.

As I was watch­ing the finale last night—not the whole two hour event, just part of it, I was not sur­prised to see that it is Mered­ith who has her brush with death. There she was on table fight­ing for her life. Poor Dr. Shep­herd was out­side cry­ing his head off. She had hypother­mia. The other res­i­dents were under­stand­ably upset but optimistic. Miracles hap­pen all the time. How about some com­mon sense too? I mean Mered­ith is the show along with her coun­ter­part, Dr. Shep­herd. Did I waste time think­ing that Mered­ith was going to really die? Did I buy into the sus­pense and the drama around her recov­er­ing from hypothermia? Did I even shed a tear for her friends and fam­ily who ral­lied around her and begged her not to give up? No, I did not.  I am so glad I stopped at sea­son one. I don’t think I can stand to look at Isa­iah Wash­ing­ton. It just reminds me of his big­otry. Can’t stand look­ing at Patrick Dempsey and his mak­ing moon eyes all over Meredith. And the music through­out the  show - gag me. The only doc­tor that I really liked on the show was Dr. Bai­ley and her “tough love” approach to her interns. I think that’s it. I know I am one of the 0.0009% of Amer­ica that doesn’t watch nor love this show. I just hap­pen to live in a house­hold of peo­ple who do watch this show but don’t nec­es­sar­ily love it. This is TV romance at it’s best. Or so says Amer­ica. I’d have to dis­agree. I’d rather watch Amer­i­can Idol.