A show doesn't have to be bad for me to abandon it. It just needs to have enough remarkably frustrating moments to make its redeeming qualities not worth the aggravation.
Studio 60, you can take your feckless comedy, your quizzical, antiseptic love story and your occasionally compelling but far from profound drama and go on without me. You have plenty of friends, so there's no need for tears. You're just not for me.
Grey's Anatomy reascends as the single most annoying, occasionally worthwhile show that I continue to watch. There are guilty pleasure shows, and then there are innocent pain shows. Grey's is an innocent pain.