Oh lord, have I really sunk this low? I’ve started watching Grey’s Anatomy. That’s not the low part. I mean, it’s a cheesy soap opera that uses poorly-handled medical cases to ham-handedly illustrate the personal crises that the regular characters have gotten themselves into, mostly through their own inability to do simple things like not have sex with one another. But it’s a totally fun cheesy soap opera that uses poorly-handled medical cases to ham-handedly illustrate the personal crises, etc. etc.

I’m perfectly willing to admit that I was wrong about the show. I tuned out in the middle of the pilot, when they revealed that one of the nubile young interns was a former model, because really, I watched Nightingales the first time around, and why should this be any better? They even moved into a house together, for pete’s sake; all we need is Suzanne Pleshette as their den mother to make it complete. Yawn. It only took most of TV-watching America and a bunch of my friends to convince me that the wondrous Sandra Oh wasn’t completely wasting the best years of her life by being on this show, that the cast actually turns out to have a really nice chemistry that papers over the reed-thin plots; even the ex-model is great. Who’da thunk?

The big problem with coming into a cheesy soap opera one-and-two-thirds of a season late, however, is that I have no idea of what the heck is going on with all these reed-thin storylines. Which leads to the new TV-watching low to which I have sunk: I actually watched one of those pointless recap episodes that ABC keeps foisting on its audience to kill time while its shows’ producers play catch-up with their schedules. And I found it useful. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go clean out my few remaining brain cells with some Melrose reruns or something.