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Grey’s Anatomy 7.01 “With You I’m Born Again”

When it comes to fandom, apparently I love an unpopular opinion. I love an underdog even more, and it seems as if I have a terrible need to play devil’s advocate. More and more, when confronted with general attitudes toward something I love, I find myself turning to the horrible egocentric idea that good TV is written for writers. After all, it seems to me, the rest of the world just takes everything at face value.

That has to be it, right? I mean, okay, to each their own, but sometimes it feels like I’m watching a totally different show from everyone else. Because I loved the opening of this new season of Grey’s Anatomy, which has been, for a long time, one of my favorite shows, but my reasons seem to be vastly different from everyone else’s. In fact, the more I see people talk about it, the more I’m bewildered by their reactions, and I can’t help wanting to address some of what seem to be the more recurrent notions about the episode.

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you know you love me (xoxo)

Everything I’ve read about blogging — which is, sadly, quite a bit — tells me that what I need here is a theme. A hook. A narrow lens through which to show you my world.

Or as the strippers in Gypsy told Gypsy Rose Lee, “You gotta get a gimmick.”

But here’s the thing: I don’t wanna. I mean, if I tell you that this is just another blog about how some 24-year-old girl with an English degree and no job is, like, really into movies and watches too much TV, then I wouldn’t blame you for getting the hell out of Dodge and now. Besides which, it would be untrue, because I don’t know that I have the discipline or attention span to keep my eye on just one thing. I have a lot to say. This is somewhere to say it.

So I made a blog over a year ago, one where the url didn’t match what I was calling it, mostly because it’s the same one I use on a lot of platforms and I have this inexplicable urge to prevent anyone else from using it. I tried my hand at making posts. I fell flat. I forgot it existed. I moved on.

But, like I seem to do with some many things, I’ve circled back to it. I deleted everything that used to be on it, like that means I’m actually starting over. Then I moved to an entirely different blog. So let’s try starting over.

My name is Stefanie. I watch too much TV, but I’m still behind on everything. I watch way too many movies and yet I still have a list as long as my arm of films everyone else has seen that I’m only just getting to (and I’m not just talking about how I only just saw The Notebook. I mean, I still haven’t watched Dirty Dancing or Schindler’s List). And for some reason, the characters I love seem to be the ones everyone else hates — or, at least, the characters whose fans take delight in pointing out how everyone else hates them. I’m a 24-year-old with a degree in English, too much time, an inane obsession with pop culture and a blog.

Let’s do this.