Do not read this if you have not yet watched up to and including Grey’s Anatomy S10E02. There will be spoilers. And emotions. If you are new to my blog (thank you for reading, and welcome) – yes, I do watch Grey’s Anatomy, and yes, I know a lot of it is entirely inaccurate; and no, my work is nothing like theirs, except maybe on dermatology.
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Well ain’t that just swell, because Ms Rhymes killed her off.
I bawled. I really cried so hard. And then the stupid remaining interns reminded me why I don’t like them one bit. They couldn’t say anything good about Mousey, because they never cared to get to know her.
Dear Interns: this is how you mourn. Remember how she would share random details of her life with you, and you just wouldn’t care? Remember how you were all too occupied with who you were bedding and avoiding Meredith to care about each other. Remember how excited you were in this photo on your first day, but then that was the closest you ever got to one another.
Remember how she was your guinea pig when you all were dying to try out your new toy, the LODOX machine.
Remember how funny she was. How she could stand up to someone, cheek them a bit, and sit back and accept authority, all when necessary.
Remember how you used her deodorant and ate her snacks.
Remember how she was awkward, but really freakin’ funny, and how could you not NOTICE that? Remember her random quips in theater? Remember her Pac Man sounds. Remember that she was AWESOME. And you all could never see it. What, because she was weird? Not hardcore, or sexified, or a cheerleader, or pushy? Because she never shoved her brilliance in anybody’s face? You thought you were too cool for her, because she was the weird kid. But secretly you were all a little weird too. Maybe she made you uncomfortable about your own hidden weirdness.
Dear Interns, THAT is how you mourn. You don’t have to make up stupid borrowed stories. How crass could you get? And then you turn it into a lesson – ooooh now we’ll be all close-knit and stuff because of what Heather’s death taught us.
Ugh. You make me sick.
I know it is just a story, but I feel like I’m mourning a little. Yang and Meredith are too old now, I can’t identify with them anymore. I don’t even know if I can continue watching the show.
Mousey was my spirit animal. Why did they have to kill her?!