I bought into the island-hype very late in the game last summer, discovering the mystery series after season 5 had already played out for legions of dedicated viewers.
Since marathon-watching seasons 1-5 (thank you, Netflix Instant!) of the conspiracy-laced sci-fi dramedy, I’ve been beyond hooked. I am one of those annoying Lost fans The Onion warned you about. I want to talk polar bears, Walt, and time travel all the livelong day.
I also caught on rather quickly to the sizzling sex appeal radiating from the male castaways of the island. Matthew Fox grew out of his Party of Five stupor into a fine and foxy flawed hero, Dr. Jack Shephard.
What about fellow castaways Daniel Dae Kim, Henry Ian Cusick, Nestor Carbonell, (deceased but sometimes visiting) Dominic Monaghan, and Ian Somerhalder? Hot, hot, hot, ho-o-ot, and so hot it hurts.
Oh, and the systematically shirtless Sawyer, played by Josh Holloway? Thank you, Darlton.
But as season 6 soldiers along, something I first noticed in season 4 can no longer be denied: I have a serious thang for creepy, conniving Ben Linus, played to Emmy-winning eerie perfection by Michael Emerson. And here’s why…


