join me, won't you, in weeping for our country's future

I was shelving books at the store earlier today when somewhere between fiction and mysteries, I stumbled upon a pride of college-age girls. They appeared disoriented and unfamiliar with their surroundings. I was keen to this feeling because it's similar to the one I get when my third grader pulls out his math homework and I see it's geometry (geometry?!).

If I'd sniffed the air, I'd have been struck by the heady perfume of, well, perfume. However, I was first struck by sadness.

"Oh my God, you guys, apparently they'll make a book out any TV show!" one of the girls exclaimed.

Her words, of course, rang true. The bookstore is ripe with titles based on or inspired by television programs, but I was curious which of these books might have caught the young woman's attention. When I glanced over, I saw her hoisting up a large, leatherbound edition of Gray's Anatomy.

Gray's Anatomy, a lovely scientific tome filled with names and parts, but alas, none of those names include 'Meredith' or 'McDreamy,' or them doing things with their parts in medical supply closets.

We're in good hands, world. We're in good hands...which is appropriate, since that part of the anatomy is outlined in amazing detail in the book the young woman was holding in hers.

(and now I'm off to watch the last two weeks of Grey's Anatomy that have been hanging around my DRV!)