apropos of anything

No beautiful things today because it has been one of those days where nothing is beautiful, so even though I had this post all written out in my head yesterday (I could tell you what the three things were, but that would be CHEATING), I can’t post it today because it’s not a beautiful Thursday. It’s just not.

Possibly that is because I am exhausted (and yes, I know, if I’m tired, why don’t I just go to bed earlier? and I am TRYING, honestly, I am, but it is hard), but more likely it’s because today was simply an ugly day in an ugly week in an ugly month, and while there were some bright spots, I can’t mention them because I am saving them for a Thursday that is beautiful.

There is no real way to segue to the actual topic without implying that tonight’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy is responsible for the ugliness and the missing Three Beautiful Things Thursday, but it’s really not. It’s just the rancid cherry on the top of a decomposing sundae. And that rancid cherry is all Marti Noxon’s fault. Even if she denies it, even if she claims to have been in Bangkok while every bit of “Some Kind of Miracle” was being created, it’s still her fault. Her residual aura is harder to escape than cigarette smoke in a bar anywhere outside of New York City.

I cringed when I read that Marti Noxon had signed on to Grey’s Anatomy. (Brothers and Sisters fans? Your gain is our loss.) I know Eric Buchman was all rah-rah-sis-boom-bah about her in his blog post, but what else was he supposed to do in a public forum? You don’t speak ill of a colleague where you can be quoted unless you’re Isaiah Washington, or in need of a lobotomy.

Granted, she’s not ALL bad. Sometimes she produces something that doesn’t feel like it’s been hit by the creative version of the Ebola virus. “What’s My Line” didn’t suck, for example. It’s just that “What’s My Line” was a long time ago, and afterwards, when she got to be in charge, she gave us Spike + Buffy = Twue Wuv, never mind that for the better part of three seasons, Spike had been doing his damndest to KILL Buffy. She also gave us the two seasons of BtVS that are unaffectionately known among fans as Season Sux and Season Sux More. Since then, she hasn’t really done anything promising… or, really, anything at all. You don’t let a shopaholic loose in Bloomie’s with your credit card, and you don’t give a producer with a recent history of suck free reign on your hit TV show. You just don’t.

But they did, and she’s up to her old tricks. Mark Sloane, manwhore, apparently has twue wuv for Addison despite cheating on her a bazillion times in two months after she got pregnant with their kid. Meredith had “a moment” where she stopped fighting, much like Buffy did, and yeah, it was painful to watch the first time around too. Oh, and Buffy’s mom died too.

What happened to my fun, frothy, flirty Grey’s Anatomy? Did taking away the opening credits make them forget the eyelash curler and the red heels? Which is not to say that Grey’s can’t be serious and weighty now and then, but the show used to be able to do that without becoming ponderous. The problem with season six of BtVS was that it was just too depressing, and BtVS always had far darker themes than bright, airy Grey’s. The show needs to stay true to itself.

Also, the instant surgery becomes a metaphor for drugs, I’m outta here. I had enough of that malarky the first time around, Marti.

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