*Warning – contains spoilers*
Dear Shonda Rhimes,
Allow me to first say, Thank You. Thank you for being an amazing writer/creator of a show like Grey’s Anatomy. Thank you for giving me a show that made me the equivalent of a sniffling fool with almost every episode. Thank you for giving me ten years of a show that will always be in my memory.
As a fellow writer, I know you walk a very precarious line between ruining your fan base with what you see as creativity and what they see as ruining their lives. I get it, I really do. However there comes a point when as the writer of such a beloved story, you have to have the humility to know, your fans define you. You have to have ability to know when your own ego needs to take a backseat to the people who have brought you to be where you are.
In writing my third novel, this was a hard lesson I learned, when the beta readers, instead of being moved and emotional over the death of beloved character, all came to me and said that they were hesitant to read anything else I’d ever write because that one character’s death was unwarranted and not at all how the story should go.
I know you’ll have haters, it’s part of the life, but your fans have unanimously voted that your bullshit send off of our ultimate favorite character is wrong, and we will not be subjected to any more of this.
Your fans have heard the rumors about the drama your lovely show has battled off-camera, we all know the George/Izzie/Burke drama, and have heard you speak about how Scandal allowed you to have a no asshole policy. You’ve even said there are no Heigl’s in the cast either. We have hoped (and prayed) that none of our lovely doctors would piss you off enough off screen to warrant a death sentence – literally – because you like to wield that power like a narcissistic hosebeast.
Sadly, this seems to have occurred yet again – only this time – you took our favorite down with you.
Let me just say this, it’s not bad enough that you killed Derek Shepherd, the one-and-only McDreamy, the man with the perfect eyes, and the perfect hair, the man that us single ladies secretly hoped still existed somewhere for us to find with his perfect chivalry and character. No, that wasn’t what hurt the most.
What pushed us over the edge was how you so heinously chose to hate-fuck your audience with his death.
When Lexi died – she got her happy ending – she got to tell Mark that she loved him. You knew that when Mark died, they were wherever dead people go, together, with all of their beautiful little moments in some picturesque heaven. T.R. Knight was a problem so you gave him a grisly death – one that broke us to our very core. You don’t like Izzie? Guess what? She gets the love of her life only to have him die a few episodes later – and then you giver her CANCER! But then – oh wait! You take it away only to have her tell Karev to piss off and she just leaves.
But with Derek – you make him do something so untrue to his character’s personality, he parks in the middle of the road after JUST WITNESSING a horrific accident, after JUST BEING THE HERO and saving everyone – on a road that statistically speaking would probably still be blocked off for clean-up – and BAM! Semi out of nowhere!
No, that’s not even the worst, because in true “Shondaland” fashion – you’re not content with just ripping our hearts out, you like to play Hannibal and fry up pieces of it and feed it back to us you sadistic twit – you make him NARRATE his own effing death!
And for good freaking measure – for the sliver of fans like me who MIGHT be able to make it to the bloody end to hopefully find Meredith waking up from a bad dream or something – you write the scene with Meredith being borderline cold and detached from the whole thing.
You have a woman who CANNOT function without her McDreamy. You have a woman who you have completely deviated from WHO she is at the heart of the character, and turned her into something that even after 10 years, your LOYAL fans will all admit – she is NOT SUPPOSED to be. You try to ram it down our throats all season how Meredith can live without Derek and I’d just like to ask you… Are you high right now? Did you go on a freaking bender and decide to write this season? It’s the only plausible explanation.
Characters evolve – they’re human, they learn from experiences in their lives and it changes them. I get it. You’ve evolved them into capable surgeons who can survive things no one else would be able to – but somewhere, for ten seasons, you’ve for the most part – kept them true to who they were as a character, but not this season. This season it was like you wrote entirely new personalities for your cast.
The comparison has been made since Thursday night’s travesty of an episode, that you are taking tips from the George R.R. Martin Game of Thrones playbook. Sadly that isn’t how I feel. Martin doesn’t just get pissed off at a character and say “Yea – you need to die today.” You know from the first episode that NO ONE is safe – ever. It’s his M.O. to kill off main characters – it hasn’t been that way on Grey’s unless they piss you off – do you see the difference?
In one single episode you have lost me, the fan girl who hangs on to the bitter end. For fuck’s sake, I still watched Supernatural even through all the Leviathan/Dick Roman storyline and that was painful – but this is just tragic. Simply because, as a writer, there is no justification for completely slapping your millions of fans collectively in the face. Abuse – even if you want to wrap it up with a bow and call it creative genius – is still abuse, and frankly, I’ve had about all of it I can take.