I have a dirty little secret to share.
I like Grey’s Anatomy. [Spoilers follow, so don’t read if you aren’t up to date.]
Are you shocked? Bewildered? Ready to flee this blog?
A little history about me and Grey’s: we’ve been on and again and off again. After a Netflix binge in 2010 back when DVDs were all the rage, we didn’t become on again until June 2014, after Baby Girl was born.
So, that is my guilty pleasure. One of them, anyway.
It’s also Sam’s guilty pleasure, which is really the basis for this post. You see, Sam doesn’t refer to Grey’s Anatomy by its name or by Grey’s. He calls it Der and Mer.
“E, did you really watch Der and Mer without me?!” was the first time that he used that name and that I realized that he liked the show quite a bit more than he was letting on. Before Der and Mer, he’d kinda complain about me having it on, but would watch anyway. Der and Mer got to him.
Three or four months ago, I realized that I had all of season 11 to catch up on. I wanted to be ready for the new season just in case I watched TV like an old fashioned person for a change (watching week to week instead of in chunks). So I watched those episodes here and there, sometimes with Sam and sometimes not. Towards the end of the season, I watched the episode where McDreamy dies. Without Sam. How was I ever going to explain this to him? It wasn’t quite on the level of telling a kid his pet had died, but close.
The night after watching that episode, Sam suggested we watch Der and Mer. So I dropped the truth bomb on him as delicately as I could.
“It’s not Der and Mer anymore.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well…now it’s just Mer.”
He looked confused for a moment, but then it clicked.
“No! It can’t not be Der and Mer! This show won’t be able to go on without him!”
“It’s called Grey’s Anatomy, not Shepherd’s Anatomy,” I pointed out. “It’ll go on.” I then filled him in on the details.
“I’m not watching this anymore,” he said, pouting. “If there’s no Derek, there’s no point.”
He’s watching it anyway. Only he calls it The Mer Show now.
There’s one of my guilty pleasures. And one of Sam’s super guilty pleasures. What’s one of yours?