Even though I rarely watch movies (until they hit On Demand, that is), I love to watch the awards shows. I aspire to be a movie watcher, but I have children, and I'd rather spend my babysitting money drinking wine and talking to adults. Call me crazy. So I read all the reviews, and I pretend like I know so much about the movies. "Memoirs of a Geisha is sure to win Best Costume!" I say, ...

Everyone deals with miscarriage in their own way - and very, very many of us have dealt with it. When I had a miscarriage, my grief was swift and overwhelming. I mourned deeply the child with whom I'd already fallen in love, and with my next pregnancy I was detached, never quite believing he was real until the 20-week ultrasound. Now, less than two years later, I've accepted the loss as something ...

Last night on Grey's Anatomy, karma was biting everyone back. And I know most of you feel so badly for George, because Meredith used him, because he's the victim. And you're feeling bad for Izzie. She's the one who walked in on Alex with Olivia, so she deserves the sympathy, right? And Addison. Everyone loves to hate Addison, who cheated on her husband, who's been approached by Sexy McSteamy, her ...

Yesterday..ooh, doesn't seem so far away with tonight's Grey's Anatomy. Hard on the heels of an emotional, long-held-secret-revealing Desperate Housewives, I thought I would burst from the sheer amount of raw emotion thrown at us. It's all laid out, there on the table tonight, and, wow, we're really opening up old wounds (and I'm laying on the double entendre a little thick, hmm?). I feel like a ...

When this episode ended, I just wanted to turn off my TV. I knew that nothing coming after it could possibly approach my now-heightened television standards. This show now ranks in my top-five list, greatest hours of TV ever. Seriously. And it wasn't just the dramatic circumstances - the bomb inside a patient, the impending birth of Bailey's son, the threatened death of her ...

Is that Wednesday? my babysitter asks. Are you sure that's not Wednesday? It is Wednesday, a.k.a. Christina Ricci, with her hand inside a patient. Actually, her name is "Hannah," and maybe she's going to have a recurring role: she thinks Alex is cute. In other news, Bailey is in labor, her husband is MIA, and that chick from Judging Amy is screaming at the top of her lungs. Oh, and ...

Here I was watching along, enjoying a snappy show that pitted the nurses against the doctors, O'Malley against the Chief, Cristina against Alex, when suddenly... bang! A surprise. It wasn't a life-altering surprise, or one that will change the course of the show. But it certainly was important. And (despite my fears to the contrary) it had nothing to do with Meredith, and how she was going to ...

This week, watching Commander in Chief, I felt as if I was in the middle of a lovable Steve Martin movie, one where the children were full of hi-jinks, the sexual escapades were many, the adults were in charge of Very Important Things and, at the end, everyone met over the breakfast table to giggle and eat homemade pancakes. In other words: schmaltz. In other words: saccharine. Gah! And just ...

"Penises and fingers are like apples and oranges," says Dr. Bailey. And again, we are in the midst of an episode where the patients are as much fun as the hot, quirky doctors. Truth is not stranger than fiction today, but it sure is harder to tell it. Everybody's lying, whether it's Meredith insisting that no, she did not bring her dog to work or Cristina not explaining to Dr. Burke how ...

"I'm so over rice." Finally! It's another episode full of those zingy one-liners I so longed for, sympathetic characterization, and what's even better: fantastic hair. My sister and baby-sitter were over for dinner and, as we shoveled in cassoulet, the whole living room was cracking up when Bree caught Danielle having a little tryst with the Applewhite hottie. "Danielle, ...