Dr. King, Raging Grannies, and Finding My Way
“I don’t have the answers. Does Beyonce have the answers?” Definitely not something I thought I’d be hearing today.
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Yes We Did
This is the end of an era.
The Dangers of White Faves
Look. I love Grey’s Anatomy. Like, I really, really love it. I’ve been with the surgeons of Seattle Grace/Seattle Grace Mercy West/Grey Sloan Memorial hospital to the ends of the earth and through each ridiculous name change, and I will be with them til the bitter end when the Space Needle collapses on them or
Interracial Relationships on ‘Grey’s Anatomy’
Originally published on btchflicks.com, February 24, 2016 It’s been more than a decade and Grey’s Anatomy still thrills us with harrowing medical mysteries, last minute life-saving surgeries and, of course, surgeons hooking up in on-call rooms and falling in love from across the OR table. The TV series has always been as much about its surgeons’
Dreams and Death and Depression and Bad Alliteration
I have the most fucked up feeling in my chest right now. I’m sorry for cursing, I know my mom might read this, but I can’t think of any other way to word it.
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This is an amalgam of thoughts I had in the shower, between laughing at how Annalise from How to Get Away with Murder says “Mr. Gibbons” and wondering what I should eat for breakfast, and thoughts that have been weighing on my mind for a while now. I’m unsure of where this post is going,