I’ve really soured on Desperate Housewives over the past few weeks. At first, it was so fresh and interesting, and even though watching it was a direct challenge to my masculinity, I couldn’t get enough. Lately, however, it really hasn’t been able to keep my attention. Tonight I tried to watch, but the Lynette / Deaf Friend plotline did nothing for me at all. Even watching the Bosox get whooped by TFY (The F_cking Yankees) was more enthralling. The whole conspiracy involving Mary Alice/Angela has really taken a backseat to the random worries of bored housewives, which isn’t exactly my cup of tea. I haven’t removed it from my TiVo season pass yet though — perhaps it’ll pick back up as we approach sweeps.
Gray’s Anatomy, on the other hand, has quickly filled the void as my Sunday night go-to show. Medical dramas come and go (far too often, in fact), but the young factor here is what really makes this go. It’s the closest thing we’ll ever get to “The O.C.” in a hospital. The characters are great, especially the bitchy Christina (Sandy Oh) and Nicole from Old School, who’s intoxicating smile alone makes the show worth watching. Plus, a little Patrick Dempsey never hurt anyone. (Just don’t order a pizza with extra anchovies.)