Let’s talk about television this morning, shall we?
Last night marked the series finale of Lost, and if Twitter is any indication, THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD watched it.
I didn’t. In fact, I have a history of missing big finales. Seinfeld? Never saw it. Still haven’t. Meh.
Friends? Think I saw it as a rerun. Not sure. Meh.
I was a huge fan of Lost during its first three seasons, regularly telling my husband, “You need to start watching this show because my brain is all KABLOOEY!” But I sort of fell away from it when I had amassed eight old episodes of the show on my Tivo and was like, “Blah. Whatever. Delete.” I was a pregnant working mother. Who has eight hours to kill as a pregnant working mother? That’s a trick question. NO pregnant working mother has eight hours to kill for anything other than sweet sweet … sweet sweet sleep. And swiss rolls.
I especially couldn’t spare eight hours for a show that would end all eight of those episodes with my jaw on the floor, tears in my eyes, and questions rolling around in my brain like, “Wait. Maybe the smoke monster is supposed to be Satan and the snowy white polar bear is God, but why would God try to eat the islanders and OMG IS CHARLIE GOING TO DIE and if you add 4 + 8 + 15 and carry the one and divide it by the square root of 23 and multiply it by 42, does that equal 666? and I feel nauseous and WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALT!!!!!!”
I like my TV to not tax my brain so much, eh? And I particularly like my TV to not EVER make me get out my calculator, which is why I don’t watch “Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?” So I gave up. I tried to get back into it this year, but I found I preferred NCIS: LA. Don’t judge me!
Having said that, I can absolutely understand the devotion many people feel toward Lost, and I can understand their attachment and their sadness that it’s over, because there’s this — despite what those of you who are all, “I don’t even OWN a TV! [chest thumps]!” will claim, yes, I admire that you can live without TV, and yes, sometimes TV is a giant waste of time, a sucker of energy, a box of vapidity, but sometimes, TV is art. And art is designed to elicit emotion and to stick with you after you’ve torn your eyes away from it.
I am one of those people who have been moved to action and creativity by stories I see in television and movies. I would tell you what some of those movies and shows are, but again, you will judge me for being the dork I am. A Walk to Remember. What?!
Some made-up stories matter and move us. That’s what Lost did for so many people and if I had stuck it out as swiss roll-snarfing pregnant working mother, I would be one of them.
One of those people really moved by Lost is SALLY WIGGIN SALLY WIGGIN SALLY WIGGIN, who wrote a perfect blog post about how she feels about Lost’s conclusion. Her emotion is palpable.
I imagine she feels how I felt when Moonlight ended. What?! Shut up.
P.S. Did they ever explain the numbers?!