Olivia Dunham, of Fringe
When Fringe first began, I didn't like Olivia Dunham, making me a proud holder of common yet unpopular fannish opinion #42,809,567 (CYUFO #6,043: Yea Verily, Aeneas was a Whinging Prick.). I didn't hate her. That would have required effort. I was bored by her. She embodied everything that was bad about Fringe Season One: her imaginary head-boyfriend was the plot coupon dispenser, her immediate superior was the annoyingly slow information tap Broyles, and her personality was the equivalent of seaside vanilla ice-cream, in that it was cold, flavorless, and unlikely to make a stain on the imagination.
( Does this look like a flu you've heard of? Where people's brains come out of their ears? )
( The Days of Our Alternate Universe Twin's Lives )