Uh-oh. I’ve begun watching Private Practice. This may not seem like a big deal, but as a fan of Supernatural, it is. I refused to watch Grey’s Anatomy on principle because it used to air at the same time as Supernatural. (In fact, Supernatural itself made fun of Grey’s Anatomy, calling it “Dr. Sexy, M.D.” on more than one occasion.) And since Private Practice is a Grey’s Anatomy spin-off, it was verboten by association.
Then Benjamin Bratt joined the cast. I was so out of touch with these medical shows, I didn’t even realize it until the season was half over.
Is the show good? Not particularly. Is it realistic? Hell, no! But I was so glad to see Bratt back on tv, playing a likeable character (unlike William Banks of The Cleaner) I didn’t really care. And making him romantically available (unlike Rey Curtis from Law & Order) doesn’t hurt.
I mention all this because the show has left me with a profound yearning to move to L.A. What’s surprising is that it’s not that far fetched—I could do it! I have a friend from college who lives in Long Beach. And I’d actually be able to afford a modest place to live. Granted, it wouldn’t be Addison’s beach-side place since since I don’t have $100 mil or so lying around.
But would I really want to live in the land of the perputally young and beautiful people? I’m not a high-maintenance type of person, so I’d probably feel out of place. Perhaps this intense desire for a body of water is my heart’s way of telling me to move to Clear Lake (Iowa). I always considered it Iowa’s answer to L.A., perhaps it’d be a nice compromise, with the added bonus of Hawkeye football and changing seasons. 😉