It’s kinda weird, this ‘thing’ I have with Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t really watch many regular TV shows and of the shows that I do watch (or have ever watched) none of them have been hospital dramas. But there’s something about this show that keeps me coming back each year. Some of it has to do with the writing. (Or at least the writing in the first few seasons). But most of the reason why I tune in has to do with the characters. Creator Shonda Rhimes and crew have crafted a cast that, despite their unimaginable situations in love and life, seem to stay true to the integrity of the way that the respective characters are written.
Grey’s season finales have traditionally concluded with me scavenging for details from any Internet resource – credible or not – about what’s going to happen next season. Will Izzie get kicked out of the surgery program? Has Burke left the apartment (and Christina) for good? Will Meredith and Derek stay together? Yet having just completed a marathon session watching this, the seventh season, I find myself asking only one question: When will the writers bring this story to an end. Clearly it seems to have run its course. (Read on to understand my rationale).