
So much to discuss on this week's Grey's Anatomy. Let's get right to it...
Lindy-High: Dr. Bailey and Christina hugging it out with zany Dr. Dixon -- a passably funny moment -- and then, watching Christina use the same method on Dr. Hunt to strike a more serious note -- ying and yang (ha.) of hugging scenes. We feel like we could love Dr. Hunt if Shonda Rhimes would ever give him anything to do but get drunk and act crazy.
Olivia-High: Dr. Miranda Bailey’s newly found talent for pediatric surgery is kind of lovely. Miss Lady actually brings out a bedazzler to help a kid. A Bedazzler. And she bedazzles the shit out of that back-pack too. We’re hoping she’ll start rocking bedazzled scrubs.
Lindy-Low: So many this week (see our full list of concerns with the Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice crossover event later today), but we've narrowed it down to two: First, the ridiculous contrivance of the pianoforte music behind Christina and Dr. Hunt's slo-mo hallway meetings presumably designed to illustrate what Christina described previously as "Victorian-era heated glances and loaded interactions." We actually stormed out of the room the second time it happened. Also, this:
Seriously, Shonda Rhimes? This is the best you can do for our gal pal Cal? This weirdly ominous, "I've heard things about you" bit that actually turns out to be a giggly, "He-he, only good things silly." Also, if the kiss is any indication, the Jessica Capshaw/Sara Ramirez chemistry gets a thumbs down from us. Don't you people do screen tests to determine this kind of thing ahead of time?
Olivia-Low: Callie. We love Sara Ramirez. Truly. We want to stroke her hair while she sings us Whitney Houston tunes accapella. Love her. She is gorgeous. Why the Grey’s Anatomy makeup team felt the need to transform her face into Jem, truly outrageous, we will never know. Is that Wet-N-Wild lipstick she’s wearing?
Also, Callie, do we really have to treat singledom as an affliction? Callie tells Lexie she can’t listen to her relationship news because she’s single and talking about your happy relationship to a single person is like bringing a six-pack to an AA meeting. Really? So being single is like having a disease? No, girl, no. Don’t say things like that. And wipe off that rouge, you look like a seventh grade hussy.