"Either way, there's something WRONG with you!"

To inaugurate this playground where rampant freckles will be regularly sprayed with a dose of Round Up stemming from not a bottle, but an otherwise healthy keyboard, let's address two defensive declarations Kate lovers oppose to those of us who are not swayed by her long curls and swinging oranges imposed under our noses under a dirty t-shirt. Taste, they say, cannot be discussed. Well, we will discuss ours here, and if Kate tastes like canned spinach boiled in cod liver oil to us, what are those who see her as a heart carved in pink marshmallow are going to do about it? (Reminder: pink marshmallow is full of yucky processed ingredients.)



1. "You can't think for yourself, you just hopped on the Kate Hate Bandwagon!"

Read-between-the-lines subtitles: "And I hate you for this!" "You endanger my own feelings of who I am by not loving the same person I love!"

Easy, sweeties. You probably hate Jack enough to stuff his beard into his throat until he turns blue and makes your day. (I do too.) Because most of Kate's most offended lovers are probably Skaters, although there are some other brands of lovers that can be found here and there.

But when people go on saying that we jumped on a bandwagon and can't think for ourselves, I almost take umbrage. Our brain is pretty healthy, thank you very much. And, oh, lookie, we also make decisions that you would approve of! Like loving Sawyer, or Locke, or, heck, LOST! Oops, sorry, we're so used to be mindless puppets, we even jumped on the LOST bandwagon. I know, shame. We didn't do it on purpose we were hypnotized, claimed, infected. Tat's wi we lost aor abiliti too right corectly as wel.

2. "You're just jealous."

Contrary to number 1, which usually comes from female fans, this one tends to be filled with testosterone and psychology -101. There's no blaming our opposite gender to having noticed how us ladies can get into a good mud fight, thanks to collective memories and half of what Darwin's work have taught us. But this is a tiny bit of a maybe slight generalization, and again I almost take umbrage. Nobody has ever explained what I should be jealous about, in the first instance. I'd like to know, because my bandwagon kind of brain can't see the signs until it is pointed to the right car with a giant spotlight.

I'm not on a bandwagon where I had to pay a ticket to jump in to actually have a right to say that I don't like this Kate Karachter made of Self selfing. And jealousy? I need a better kind of accusation to show my teeth against.

Kate has outstayed her welcome right past the Pilot. We utterly dislike her, dislike how she has been written, we want her dead, and no matter what her fanbase will say, there are plenty of valid reasons not to like canned spinach boiled in cod liver oil. Not that we discuss with those who eat that dish.