I’ve been binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy from Episode 1 through the end of Season 16, and I think I’ve officially flatlined. At this point, the show isn’t about saving lives, it’s about swapping romantic partners like Pokémon cards. I’ve seen more bed-hopping than actual surgeries. After 16 seasons, I’m not just emotionally drained—I’m deeply suspicious of any group of coworkers who spend too much time together. I went in looking for medical drama and came out with trust issues.