I remember the days when I was oblivious to Lost. When I was pregnant with Caroline, I’d sit in the teacher’s lounge at lunch while the other teachers discussed the Losties. I was especially interested in Claire, since we were both pregnant, and I remember hearing talk of her disappearance during season one. I listened, but I was ambivalent. I had never seen the show. Months later, after Caroline was born, my friend Ms. W IM’d me one morning asking if I watched Lost. I think she wanted to chat about the previous episode, but I had never seen the show.
Since I’d heard some of the hype, I got Lost’s Season One through Netflix when Caroline was an infant. Those were the days when my stay-at-home-mom job involved sitting on the couch nursing the baby while watching seasons of shows on Netflix. My girl nursed a lot, so I watched a lot of shows. I got so into Lost that I couldn’t wait for Season Two to come out on DVD, but the Season was already halfway through its broadcasts. I paid 99 cents an episode to download them from iTunes and got caught up so that I could get caught up and pick up on Season Two. And I’ve watched all of Season Three.
Every girl has her Lost guy. I discussed this with some of John’s cousins recently and was surprised that not everyone liked the same guys I did. I thought everyone would be choosing between Jack and Sawyer, just as Kate was, but these girls all had different favorites — and those favorites were reflected in our mates, interestingly.
I’m not going to go into my theories here, since theories abound on the blogs and message boards. I’m not going to rehash all the things that didn’t make sense in last night’s episode. I am just going to confess that I am still a Sawyer girl. I don’t blame him one bit for killing ol’ Friendly. (And I’m thrilled that he whacked the old man Sawyer!)
