That’s Jentertainment

I love Grey’s Anatomy. I bought the first season on DVD in HMV a few years back and said ‘hmm, I wonder if this will be any good.’ When I sat down to watch it that evening, I was totally engrossed. What can I say? I love the narration, the sum up quips at the end with the life lessons, the fact that whenever one of the main characters is having a problem, there’s always a suffering patient with a similar problem on the same day that somehow helps them see the light. Let’s face it; the show is also great for a good cry. All those emotions flying around makes it difficult not to get caught up in it. Yes, I’m a sucker for all that stuff. They certainly know how to write a dramatic episode, that’s for sure. The season finale of season 5 last May was possibly the best TV show finale I have ever seen. I sat bolt upright and I’m pretty sure I actually gasped. If Grey’s Anatomy was a novel, I’d read it cover to cover. I’d never be able to put it down.

However, there’s one thing about those doctors that really grinds my gears. I was willing to let this slide if they cleaned up their act with the new season but as I was watching the season six premiere, there it was. Staring me right in the face. I’m not letting this one go. If something happened to me while I was in Seattle on a fictional holiday, I would not be delighted to be operated on by Dr. Calle Torres or any other female surgeon on Grey’s. Why? Dangly earrings, that’s why. If I see another episode of those earrings hanging over open surgery I am going to be very exasperated indeed. It takes me out of the whole story. I don’t care if that lovable fictional character lives or dies. All I can focus on is those earrings and the damage they would do if they dangled into the patient’s intestines. So the next time you’re watching those doctors in action, have a look at their ears. If you can’t focus on anything else, then my job here is done. We’re all going to suffer.