Uncreated Conscience

Those who know me and Bear know that I have excellent taste in romantic partners but unfortunately, my discerning judgment doesn’t extend to television shows. I have had deplorable luck with the two to which I’ve been (slavishly) faithful: first The X-Files and now Lost. I have come to hate both shows in ways I could never even begin to dream, yet I kept watching them to the bitter end. Lost, of course, is not yet finished and rest assured, I will stick this relationship out (because I am monogamous, apparently), but I simply cannot stand it anymore. I have been manipulated and confused so many times that I’ve essentially given up.

When I first started watching Lost, the relationship had been new and intriguing and mysterious. A number of seemingly unrelated persons crashland on a deserted island which may or may not be in the South Pacific. But what? There are hints that maybe the island isn’t deserted after all, that maybe there’s a vast conspiracy, and there’s simply mystery after mystery after mystery to be solved.

(The first season still kicks all the other seasons to the curb.)

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Can I just say here that I hate Kate from Lost with all the passion of my soul? So much that words cannot even express the depth of my loathing? And if ONE MORE PERSON tells me that Sawyer’s love for her is “true,” I will shove a fork in their face. I’ve hated that pairing since the beginning and I hate it even more now. Mostly because Kate. Needs. To. Die. Surely the writers of Lost must know how much the fans hate her guts.

On the other hand, my love for Benjamin Linus continues to grow.

On the other, other hand, Jack clearly has no idea what he’s doing. He’s almost as annoying as Kate. No, scratch that; no one can be as annoying as Kate. What happened to Jack? Not that I liked him much to begin with, but this season he has become an utterly different person.

Carry on.