Last year, I made a deal with a friend of mine, Dennis. We both enjoy television to a perhaps unhealthy degree and we were both agreed to catch up on current shows that the other was passionate about.
My choice for him was easy. He could quote every line of Mean Girls, but he’d never seen an episode of 30 Rock.
His choice for me honestly puzzled me a bit. Grey’s Anatomy? Based on the TV spots on Entertainment Tonight before my mission, I genuinely thought that the show was sensationalistic trash. Sure there’s sex, medical mysteries, more sex, drama, drama-induced sex, and cute boys….wait… this isn’t sounding so bad….
(Spoilers ahead for those who haven’t seen the show).
This series has managed to make me cry a few times, despite the fact that I can’t stand the title character (Meredith Grey). The first big cry came when Christina gets left at the alter.
For those of you, like me, who didn’t figure you were gay until your twenties or later in or outside of marriage, you’ll understand why the first half of this clip just took my breath away (although I think it comes off slightly over the top in certain parts). It’s from season 5 and provides its own context:
The metaphor of life coming into focus really touched me in a way I wasn’t expecting this show to touch me. I live for these epiphanies and hope that someday, after my own revelation regarding my sexuality, a guy will come along that makes my vision who much sharper.
