I don't usually TV-blog, but I need to get this one off of my chest. For a show that epitomizes the word "formulaic", House has always surprised me with it's ability to do the EXACT SAME THING week after week while somehow remaining fresh and interesting. And yet now, it seems like they just gave up and phoned in the relationship between Drs. Foreman and Thirteen. They've tortured the House/Cuddy relationship since the show's inception, spent an entire season trying to decide if House should get together with his old girlfriend, gave us not one, but two "Cuddy's about to date someone else" fakeouts, and let Chase, well...chase Cameron in episode after episode, but they decide that the two coldest and least emotional characters not named Gregory House should start kissing two episodes after they first notice that the other exists. It didn't even work as a good head-fake the way that the Wilson/Amber relationship did. (After all, I thought Wilson only had eyes for House.) All we got was, "Hey Ice Queen. You're dying. Deal with it. Oh, and here's some medicine. Now let's kiss." Guys, couldn't you have played this one out at least a few more weeks?
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.