Having nothing else to watch, I decided to watch all of Private Practice's final season since I've downloaded but yet to watch a single episode. Used to be a PP fan but then things got kinda boring. There were more of personal drama than medical/patient drama. So I thought I'd give it a shot since it's the last season already.
Private Practice is a spin-off from Grey's Anatomy, the show with all the hottest male doctors and we all know most spin-offs fail in comparison to their original show. Private Practice however, managed to separate itself from Grey's. It's also set in a different location. Season 6 marks the end of Private Practice. That's good bye to Addison Forbes-Montgomery whom always look so damn good eversince her appearance in Grey's. She didn't look that awesome since Private Practice made her their main character.
Season 6 is all about babies. If you don't know much about Private Practice, I won't be telling you the story or a synopsis of it. There's the internet with a search engine called Google and there's this website called Wikipedia. Go figure. I'm not blogging to tell you about the show. I'll just explain it enough for you to know what this show is about. It's about a bunch of doctors and patients in some practice and they are filthy rich. Throw in sex and love, you get the equation. I'm here to blog about how I feel after watching the series' finale. Yes, me cause it's my blog and it's all about me. I know you might think I sound so mean, so bitchy but really...I'm saying this in a very nice manner, possibly the nicest way I can sound through the Internet.
Season 6 was all about babies cause one of the doctors, Charlotte King was pregger with triplets. Yeah, bitch carried 3 spawn of a doctor Cooper Freedman, a pediatrician. So about episode 7 onwards, it's all about the triplets and when Charlotte finally delivers, prepare some tissues cause you will cry and go "awwww." One of the triplet was born prematurely at week 26 of the pregnancy. She had to go through surgeries and be put on ventilator to survive (oh, and all 3 are girls). Although it's just a medical drama for television, it all felt so real as Addison guide Charlotte through the pregnancy and tells her of the risk of carrying triplets, that one might not survive. They could not afford having the 2 other girls out at week 26 so Charlotte's cervix had to be sew shut and be put on an upside down laying position to prevent any further contraction. That's motherhood to y'all bitches! Week 36 and Charlotte finally delivers the other 2 and they were named Georgia, Caroline and Rachel Freedman.
By the end of the series, I just feel like I want a family of my own. Babies! Babies are so cute and adorable. I wanna carry them and sing them to sleep. They are such a miracle...until they start to throw things at you, kick, bite, punch you and whine about how their life sucks. That's when you're reminded that they are not the miracle you had hoped for. That's when you send them off somewhere far away (that's why we have boarding school or homes?) and pick them back when they are 16 or older.
I would not read fairy-tale to my children. Hell no. What is so real about some Princesses waiting on their Prince Charming? Climbing down a tower by her long locks of hair? Glass slippers that would only fit her? Or, choking on a poisoned apple and to be awaken through true love's kiss? Or some mermaid Princess turning into a human? Bitch please, get real. If you climb down a tower by your long locks of hair, you will probably scrap your scalp off and fall to death. Glass slippers that fits no one but you? You think you're the only size 6? Even if it fits you only, bitch would probably break the glass slippers while walking and stabs her feet with glass shards and die from some infection. Choked on an apple? Poisoned apple? A kiss from true love won't wake you up. That will just get your vagina wet. What you need is for someone to push your abdomen so that piece of apple would come out and if it's poison, nothing can help you. If you're a fish and suddenly you get a pair of legs, you'd be busy playing with your vagina instead of looking for love. I would probably read to my children some Fifty Shades Of Grey (by the time I have kids, God knows how many shades there will be).
Nursery rhymes? Bitch please, my children are gonna be listening to Nicki Minaj and when they think they are all that, I'm gonna sing them "Twinkle, twinkle, little whore. Shut your legs, they're not a door."
So, anyone need a God Parent? (just till I get my own then I'll screw up my own kids)
