…to talk about tonight’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
It’s a classic story arc: female protagonist must choose between hot “bad boy who always seems to hurt her and will continue to wound her heart” who happens to be her soulmate….and hot “too good to be true good boy who is kind and everything wonderful but is not her soulmate.” You know, choose between the man you feel passion for, and the man who is good for you.
We saw this story arc in Sex and the City (Carrie and Mr. Big versus Aidan).
And now, it appears in Grey’s Anatomy: Meredith and Derek Shepherd versus Finn Dandridge.
We started this season off with the cop-out story line of “Meredith is not going to choose between the two men, she is going to date BOTH of them.” The writer in me groaned. Literally. Bleah. But the writer also knew that there would ultimately be a choice–whatever choice she’d choose would be one filled with conflict and twists (after all, this is a tv show–a story lives on conflict).
Would she choose Finn? That choice might work–she would choose Finn but her heart would really be with Derek. That could be the basis for an angst ridden season; after all, Ellen Pompeo is an actress with expert pouting capabilities.
Would she choose Derek? That would be too boring–then all is right in the world, no? What kind of tension would there even be?
What would the writers come up with? Ah–Derek walks away from her, and she walks away from Finn, and she decides Derek is the one. I guess that was option C.
Oh but wait why was I posting about this? Yes, because I’ve made that same choice in my life before (back in my dating days). Um, multiple times since there have been several occasions of what I like to call “relationship overlap.” I’ve left the good boy for the bad boy.
I destroyed the good boy who begged me to stay and offered me his forgiveness by still leaving him for a boy (actually a man ten years my senior) I knew would end up hurting me. I just felt compelled to do it. I even told the good boy, “I know he’ll hurt me, and I know you’re going to be better to me, but I have to do this. I want to do it.” Maybe I was young and wanted to learn lessons, or wanted to explore some crooked corner of my heart. Whatever.
Then the bad boy destroyed me.
He was not my soulmate, but without the bad boy I would not have learned the parameters of my heart.
And sometimes as in writing–you must write/live the bad to get to the good.