Plot Monkeys

It’s official. I hate Izzie Stevens.

For those of you who watch Grey’s Anatomy, you know why. For those of you who don’t…well, let’s just say she’s been going downhill ever since the whole Denny storyline and she just totally went beyond redemption Thursday night when she slept with the married-to-Callie-who-I-adore George!

You know what’s funny, though? I don’t hate George…(as much!) And yet he’s the one who cheated! Isn’t that weird? I mean, I am SO mad at him, and I really want Callie to KICK HIS BUTT! But I want to see hikm suffer…like, realize he truly does love Callie and walk through fire and be just tortured as he tries to get her back. Essentially, I want to see what happens next and how he gets himself out of this mess.

But Izzie? Hate her. Loathe her. Detest her. Wish she’d leave the show and never come back.

Because she broke the code.

Maybe that’s not so unusual for a woman to feel that way about “the other woman.” Whenever I hear of someone who’s been cheated on, I blame the husband for being a dickwad, but the other woman gets the brunt of my venom. I know it’s terribly sexist–and probably not fair–but I almost hold women up to a higher standard. Not that I believe the b.s. that men are just instinctively bred to cheat…that’s an excuse and I don’t believe it for a minute. Not all men cheat, by any means, and I am quite sure many of them are faithful to their wives forever. (Like mine and all the other lucky Plotmonkeys!) But there’s just something about the sister-of-womanhood philosophy that makes me righteously indignant when one of them poaches on another one’s man.

It’s not that I think the other woman is more to blame than the man who cheats. I don’t. He’s the one who made the vow, he’s the one who broke it, therefore, he is most to blame.

BUT…the other woman is the one I despise more overall.

I think the only way I can explain it is like this: a man vows to love and cherish & be faithful to a woman on the day he marries her. He promised her. And if he is enough of a creep to break that promise, she is the one he has hurt and betrayed.

But the other woman could have poached on any other woman’s husband. Mine…or yours. So she’s an enemy to all of us.

Does that make any sense?

A very good friend of mine was cheated on. Her hubby took up with her best friend (who was also a friend of mine.) It ruined two marriages. It was just ugly. And I totally blew off the hubby as trash on whom I didn’t need to expend one moment of thought or energy. The former best friend wasn’t as easy to forget. I just stewed and honestly (in Regency terms) gave her the “cut direct” whenever I saw her. IE–I saw the husband once or twice and wasn’t exactly warm, but I didn’t glare him straight to hell, either. The woman? Oh, man, she had to feel the fire of my wrath from a hundred feet away at the third grade musical performance at the elementary school where her son was in class with my daughter!

Basically, if one of my bff’s hubbies cheated I would be the first one to buy a voodoo doll and stick pins in his nether regions with my gal pals on a you-will-survive Friday night out.

But for the woman he cheated with…I’d buy two voodoo dolls.

So what does everyone else think? Am I alone in blaming the man but loathing the woman?

PS: I do realize women cheat, too…I apologize to any male visitors for this totally-chick-post today!