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I only care in the sense of hoping that Annie and Tess gang up on her in a "Full Metal Jacket"-style midnight ambush. Having a turbulent childhood doesn't explain or excuse her behavior and her need to hurt the people who actually give enough of a crap about her to offer her a stable life. And I have a sick feeling (or as sick as I can muster for fake show characters) that the future scene is the end result of Randall and Beth "understanding" her all the way to prison.

I didn't think it was anything other than severe depression. That's what it looks and feels like when it's really, really bad.

Every episode has either been so tightly bound to the same trope-y beat-to-death story arc or had such an insufferable subject that I just can't even anymore. Guess this will be the third skip week in a row and the fourth out of the last five (I had to watch Nicole for the juggalo trainwreck factor).

This is my experience as well. Having struggled with overeating my entire life, and having had more weight swings than Oprah as a result, it pisses me off (even more than vanity sizing, but that's a post unto itself). First of all, that behavior usually doesn't come from people who fall within even the broadest-brush definition of "healthy" for their age/height/build, but from people who are overweight themselves. When people around them even talk about getting better, they go into crabs-in-a-barrel mode, resort to personal attacks, or simply vanish instead of being supportive. There's a reason why drug/drinking buddies so often disappear or make their resentment clear when others become sober, and why people who are early or shaky in their recovery are advised to stay away from those people. At least for overeaters, the "no you're not" people are even more toxic because they are better able to camouflage their toxicity as love and concern, or for women, feminism and empowerment. Worse still is how their behavior minimizes, if not completely ignores, the fact that different people have different struggles. When I am 40 pounds overweight and 50 pounds heavier than I was 5 years ago, when I drive my trash to a dumpster so my boyfriend doesn't see all the junk food wrappers and empty popcorn bags (as if I were actually hiding something), and when my family history of weight- and eating-related Very Bad Things is starting to evidence itself, the last thing I need is for someone tell me I "don't have a problem" or start a pissing contest with me because she weighs more. And every time I crawl back onto the wagon, that is EXACTLY what happens and then some. :(

Thanks for making me spit iced coffee all over my keyboard. That was a hell of a dress, though.

Said this once in UO, but have felt it even more in the last few episodes...I don't care how Jack dies. The dogged insistence on dragging the audience along week after week, trying to make his death into a "who shot JR" or "who killed Laura Palmer" moment at the expense of better character development and continuity, is off-putting. It makes every hat trick and twist feel forced and schmaltzy. And the drop-off in plot quality after the Memphis episode tells me that the gimmicks are really all this show has going for it.

SO GLAD this one's over. @Trooper York has said so much of what I wanted to say about Rebecca. Her woe-is-me martyr routine is OLD, not to mention delusional. What exactly did she give up for Jack and the kids again? A "career" singing at open-mic nights where no one gets paid and crummy yinzer bars where the crowd DGAF, and future Stepford wife friends who cast pity on her for being in her early 20s and unmarried. Wow, what a sacrifice. Of course, singing in Ben's crappy band is the ONLY way she could find some meaning in her life. (And I don't buy for a second that she didn't know how Ben...I mean, Boner felt. Not only did she know, but she liked the attention.) Volunteering, going back to school, *gasp* getting a job -- nope, no one EVER did that in the 1990s. As for having no life, that is the sum total of being rude, obnoxious, condescending, and/or cruel to almost every single person who crosses her path, including her husband and the biological father of her adopted son (who she hunted down, not once but twice, for the express purpose of treating him like crap). Everything about Rebecca screams "high school mean girl who never really grew up." It's fitting that even Kevin, who puts up plenty of behavioral parallels as evidence that he inherited her awfulness*, does not appear terribly close to her. * I'm thinking specifically of Rebecca's preggo liquor-store scene vs. Kevin's diner-booth scene and her persistence in finding William vs. his in reconnecting with Sophie.

I love you.

It must have been so hard for you to share that with us. Forget the mailman -- I'm sending you a (virtual) hug instead. If and when you're ready for it, you might want to check out an Out of the Darkness Walk. I went to my first one late last year, mostly to support a friend who has lost multiple family members (including her dad) to suicide, but also because I and someone very close to me have our own battles with the dark monster. There is a certain therapeutic value to knowing that no matter what brought you to the walk, you are among others who have gone through the same experiences and emotions. That they get it. That they don't judge.

AND there's a Hillside Elementary nearby. Good catch!!!

I really feel like the season...the entire series, for that matter...could have and should have ended 2 weeks ago, cliffhangers notwithstanding. Every last thing about this episode felt trite and predictable. Of course Randall was going to have a midlife crisis and walk out the door uttering a bunch of cliches about the slow lane. Of course Rebecca and Beth were going to turn on the waterworks and find a way to make William's death all about them. Of course Rebecca just ran out the damn door when Boner showed up. And OF COURSE he drives a creepy pedo van. Not pictured: leaky full-size air mattress with grimy patchwork-pattern comforter, 8-tracks of Bad Company and Gary Wright, stash compartment. Of course Jesse barely got lip service. Srsly, Randall? All that conspicuous in-your-face money, and you can't spring for a plane ticket to the "fun-eral" for his own partner? Not even a half-hearted half-offer that you know he'll be too proud to accept? Ferreal? Of course Kate was going to act like she put the drinks and the keys into Jack's hands. Of course Toby was going to be pushy and obtuse about the subject of his death. Of course the most boring couple ever had the most boring sex ever, and of course the most boring play ever might live to see another boring day. Of course Jack still dresses like an extra from CHiPS, and of course no one on Earth had a freaking TV like that in 1990-Weezer unless it was kept as an artistic statement or a mantelpiece. Of course mailman postcard bat out of hell ritual walk yawn. Tonight was anticlimactic, and I don't see how it's going to get better from here.

Sure, lots of others feel differently. But this is a thread for unpopular opinions. And mine is that I care more about other things. :)

This episode hit hard for personal reasons (someone close to me was recently diagnosed with cancer, and the prognosis is bad). I didn't even make it as far as the tissue box. My sweater sleeves are drenched.

Bawling. That is all.

Mine is that not only do I not care when he died, but i don't care how, either. Suicide, homicide, car wreck, cancer, OD, sudden death in his sleep, job site accident...does any of it really change the level of trauma the kids feel, or the amount of awful whining we are going to hear from Rebecca? I care more about the 15-20 intervening years between then and now. About how Randall picked his career and met Beth, about how Kate went from a slightly chubby to huge, about why Kevin and Sophie got hitched so early and why she couldn't be a nurse in LA.