So I've been catching up on my Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice lately. I was totally into these soaps before I left for England, but while I was there, well, I pretty much didn't watch TV, so I'm catching up on a few seasons. Mostly I'm into Private Practice, because: 1) I really have a thing for Tim Daly (I know. Weird. But ever since Wings. I just can't help it.), and 2) I secretly want to be Addison Montgomery.
This woman is supposed to be "searching for herself." See? Me too. So far so good. Except while my searching for myself seems to involve a whole lot of actual real working, and maybe 5 minutes of searching when I get home at the end of the day, in between feeding my crazy cat and going to bed, and maybe getting my laundry done and catching up with friends with harried texts and the occasional email, SHE gets to be a fabulously successful "double-board-certified neo-natal surgeon" (I have concluded that this means sitting in your beautiful ocean side office and gossiping with your best friend approximately 7 hours a day), with a new hairdo every week and a seemingly endless Armani wardrobe. And she gets to kiss hot doctors week after week, never has to miss Pilates, and when things go bad in the search for self, she retires to her beach house in Santa Monica to stare balefully at the ocean while drinking red wine with her next door neighbour...uh, TAYE DIGGS.
You can see why I'm thinking being Addison Montgomery may be a better gig than being Dani Lemon. Someone get Shonda Rhimes on the phone.