I Was Wrong

That's not a huge shocking statement or anything; I'm not The Fonz or anything. However, when it comes to television characters, I rarely change my initial opinion. If I wanted to be pun-y, I could say I have a good judge of character. However, I was wrong when it comes to three specific characters, and I feel the need to own up to it, so here goes.

(WARNING: Spoilers Below)

Jack

When it comes to being wrong about characters, Jack is definitely the first that comes to mind. Mindy, I promise I'm not just saying that! When I first started watching LOST, I often found myself getting frustrated with Jack...always not wanting to push the button and being all paternal towards Kate. But then, LOST did something fairly epic. They made their characters human. By human, I mean they showcased the greatest and worst parts of humanity. The transformation of Jack as a character through the series was just amazing. I started having a change of heart in Season 4, and by the time The End rolled around, I was really surprised to remember how I felt about him at the beginning. I'm sorry, Jack. I'm also sorry, Mindy.

Jack also perfected Island stubble.

Kate

Oh, Kate. How little I cared about you. At the very beginning, I was intrigued. She was a fugitive on the run? Awesome. Then, she was the romantic lead. Is she better with Jack? Is she better with Sawyer? While I loved that she punched rather than slapped, I just found myself not caring about relationship Kate. She had so much promise to just be...the love triangle lady. Then came the final season. Suddenly, she wasn't about being with Jack or Sawyer, she was about finding Claire. She had a purpose, and it didn't involve a Y chromosome! She also took out Flocke. Awesome.

Faith

Moving away from LOST, my last unjustly judged character is undoubtedly Faith. When she slayed her way on to "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", I was all, "Who are you, and what is this 'five by five' nonsense?!" Then she was all shooting poisonous, vampire-killing arrows at soulful vampires, and I was just done with her. I was okay with coma-Faith appearing in a few prophetic dreams, but I wasn't looking forward to her inevitable return or anything. Then, Riley happened. I was continually hoping that Riley would be eaten by a demon...or even better, that he would just leave on a Parker-esque note. Once Faith came back, my hatred of Riley made me see that she wasn't so bad. Then, her character transformation in "Angel" sealed it. Faith was an okay slayer in my book. By the time she returned in Season 7, I was actually happy to see her! As, long as she didn't bring Riley...

Jamie's Nerdy Adventure in Cult Television

This will come as a major shock to everyone, I know, but I love television. I love it in a completely dependent, sad kind of way. I may not care that much about this "real life" that everyone is so obsessed with, but I do care about television. These feelings are intense, and while some might label them as "pathetic" I prefer to thinking of it as love. It's super healthy, I know. It's not just that I love watching television, but when I love it, I have to know everything about it. It's not as though all of the earth's oceans will dry up if I don't, but I really feel a nice level of satisfaction when I do know everything about it. This is especially true when it comes to cult television. All cult television viewers know the inevitable angst and heartache of watching a "cult classic". You know that the likelihood of a show's life being snuffed out at the hands of greed-centric grim reapers, otherwise known as network execs, is pretty high. Since I haven't said this in the last twelve hours, I should take this moment to say that I will never forgive NBC for killing Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip after it's inaugural season. I digress, there is something absolutely enthralling about cult television and the amount of dedication given to it by its followers. To have a television show that goes as far as musically scoring themes for its characters or including overarching literary themes to correspond with the unfolding plot stands far above the average sitcom. I have definitely loved many a sitcom over the years, but it doesn't influence my life in the same way. I mean, I love a good mushroom Swiss burger, a lot, but I never think of it the same way as I recall the first time I had pumpkin soup. Food obsessions are an entirely different story, though. My point here is that I love, appreciate, and swoon over cult television. This is why I am making it a goal to learn as much about it as I possibly can. Because I will explode with epic amounts of nerdoplasm if I don't share my newly gained information, I am going to share it here. I am both very excited and very sorry to unleash this all your way, Co-brarians.