Thoughts on Grey's Anatomy

There is something to say about our generation, but the writer is not in. We are children of technology, and this albatross around our ankles has held us back. We are made up of cable tv, we drift into obscurity, unless someone will pull the reins back and give us a microphone. We have a voice, and it is not something that can be heard through the computer screen, or the cell phone, or whatever receiver we choose to amplify our echoes. The echoes of the Saved by the Bell after-school gen. We all came home and played the games of our fathers...baseball, basketball, and the energy which we expel on the gamefield will be used on the corporate market. Do we have an original voice? I"ll come out and say it to you. Second draft...and the crying women of Grey's Anatomy will come home on Sunday and feel some kind of peace. They will feel secure...while the drinker's pass time in some kind of sundrenched bar on Clark st. Both of their eyes will not be fully dialated to glimpse the passing parade.