It's the Friday before Thanksgiving, y'all -- We've got a couple of things we're thankful for, and a couple things we could do without...
Olivia-Low: We knew this one was coming, and it’s just as awful as we thought it might be: Crazy Izzie and her dead sidekick, the tall attractive ghost-guy. You know, Deceased Denny, the apparition she has sex with. Let’s review the facts: Sex. Deceased. Ghost. Izzie. And Denny (again, dead Denny) watches Izzie slip into Alex’s room (her real live boyfriend’s room) and says, “It’s okay. I’ll be right here.” What? So now we’re caught in a living-dead love triangle? Should we call it necro-polyamory? Ew. Really, all we have to say is: Hell-to-the-naw, Shonda Rhimes. Girl, we want to trust you, but you’re taking things too far. Turn this crazy train around or we’re going to have to jump off.
Lindy-Low: Lexipedia's weird backroom surgery club appendix fiasco. Please. First of all, we know we've said it before, but Sadie creeps us out. Granted, it makes sense that someone as action-packed with issues as Meredith would have a friend that's equally trainwreck-y, but it's just no fun for us. Also, we almost have a physical reaction to Sadie repeatedly calling Meredith "Death" in a professional context. If the sun should rise on a day that we become BFF with the President of the United States, we're not going to use our macabre BFF nicknames in front of the joint chiefs -- it's just common sense. Also, we second everything Olivia said about Denny/Izzie. Nobody loved Denny more than us (JDM, you are HOT), but this is starting to ruin it for us, and we feel betrayed. We can't even speak about it. We agree with Dr. Hunt: sometimes words fail.
Olivia-High: Callie gets some drugs. Listen, it’s been a hard couple of months for homegirl. Callie tells Sloan she’s been “married, betrayed, gay, abandoned, and I have no idea how I got here.” She needs a break. Unforch she gets one in the form of a broken nose. But the new and improved extra-sensitive Dr. Sloan dopes her up real good and at least she’ll get some rest. Hooray for sedatives! Also, how is it that Sara Ramirez still looks stunning in that nose splint thing? How? If we wore a nose splint we’d look like Muhammad Ali after a bad day in the ring. Okay, maybe Layla Ali after a real bad beat down, but still. In other love news, we love Dr Hunt acting like Christina’s redheaded army puppy. How cute is he: Sitting on her doorstep, waiting for her to get off work, then shyly confessing, “I think you’re beautiful.” Adorable. Admittedly, he’s got a little stalker in him, but still adorable.
Lindy-High: We have a few in quick succession: First, Christina finally telling Meredith where to get off her moral high horse. Thank you god, and Christina. We wish we could deliver that exact speech to the Merediths in our world, every day of our lives. Second, Alex getting all macho-protector on that intern who made a crack about Izzie. Izzie may be be taking a stroll through crazytown, but at least we have Alex to light our way through the darkness. Finally, we don't want to jinx it, but we feel like Derek might possibly be on his way out of pouty-ville. Bringing Lexi home and making up a bed for her? That's the Derek we know and want around.