I DIDN'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR MY SECOND FIRST DAY (OR: IT'S ONLY MEREDITH, PART II): I certainly don't plan on being the one blogging Gray's all season, but everybody except me seems to have a life. There were a couple of cute callbacks to the pilot and to the various "pick me" cliffhangers, and the lack of juicy medicine in a season premiere (where they have a lot of exposition to get through) is excusable, but there's a problem. Last season's finale, riveting and well-done as it was, was like a grenade in an enclosed space. It's a lot easier to pull the pin and run away than it is to clean up afterward. After all of the carnage last season, we seem to be left with a lot of unlikeable characters and only a few really likeable ones (and I'm not in the Callie camp, by the way, not that she deserves George's behavior). Plus, the central dilemma for me is, as Shonda acknowledged in the locker room scene with George and in the hallway scene with Meredith and Derek, that of our now-two title characters, it's a lot easier to sympathize with the new one.
And that's not just because of the bottomless reservoir of goodwill she built up with NATM.
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