Shonda Rhimes giveth and Shonda Rhimes taketh away.
(Don’t read if you haven’t yet viewed the April 23 and 30 episodes of Grey’s Anatomy.)
Shonda Rhimes eats her fandom’s tears for breakfast. She laughs at your heartache. She pokes needles in the voodoo doll hearts of our (fictional) loved ones and taps her fingers together maniacally as she bears witness to our pain through our furious Tweets and emotionally unstable Tumblr threads. Am I overreacting? Maybe—but I’m also still far too distracted from real life because I’m mourning the death of a person who doesn’t even exist. And I get to blame Shonda for that. Continue reading