I have a great marriage. My husband and I rarely keep secrets from each other, and if we do they’re of the non-threatening variety. (Don’t tell him I ate ice cream at midnite a couple of days ago.) We’re open and honest and after 19 years together we have pretty good communication overall.
I thing that’s why I watch “Lost”. Clearly I need some aspect of my life where I’m continually jerked around, disrespected, not dealt with openly and often unfulfilled. I need a place where after spending 45 minutes together, I come away unsatisfied while the other party is smugly proud of themselves.
I feel like “Lost” is my bad boyfriend for my 30s.
I hated last night’s episode with a passion. From the minute Kate asks Miles to tell her “what he knows” about HER only to have Miles say “answer these riddles three” or what the hell ever….
Yeah, I was pretty ticked off with the whole thing.
Maybe the show just ought to not feature much of Jack and Kate, because I find any of those episodes just as annoying as little children singing off key.
Just Another Pretty Farce 
While I enjoy Kate episodes if only for the chance to get more of the actress who plays her on-screen (and whose name I can’t spell worth a crud and I refuse to look like an ignorant fool by misspelling it badly), even I found the Kate story this week a bit not-so-much. I think they’ve clearly run out of things to do with her. The character is in such a holding pattern.