It was inevitable really. That I
would love the Doctor. As you are slowly but surely pulled deeper into the
world of awesome nerdy pop culture, he is unavoidable. You can't go to any kind
of convention without coming across him in some form. It might be the scarf.
That ridiculously long multi-colored scarf that is an international sign of a
Who fan. The scarf is easy though, for the more committed it's brown pinstripes
and Chuck Taylor's, quite possibly the hottest outfit you can find at any nerd
gathering. It's basically the male equivalent of the Princess Leia gold bikini.
And then came the bow ties. There was some hesitation to embrace them, but we
know it's true, bow ties are cool.
And it wasn't just strangers. My
friends were slipping it into conversations. Hillary was the most adamant, of
course. She told me I needed to watch Doctor Who. It was too fabulous. They
even had a marathon one day, but I couldn't make it. Jeff was a little more
subtle, saying he thought I would enjoy it, given my increasing appreciation
for Sci fi TV and such. Even a couple others turned out to be Whovians,
although they are all about the classic Who and I don't think they have yet to
watch any of the reboot.
When I started (with the reboot,
forgive my lack of scarf-era episode. viewing), I wasn't sure. Nine is no one's
favorite, but I think that is because he quit after 1 season. He was definitely
starting to grow on me. Of course it could have been the appearance of Captain
Jack that helped keep my interest. I would watch John Barrowman read the phone
book, so long as he did it with that Captain Jack smirk. But as soon as David
Tennant came along, saving the world and accidentally quoting Lion King lyrics,
I knew I was hooked.
Of course, I still had some
concerns. When Rose left, I had to take a break. I wasn't ready for a new
companion any more than the Doctor. But they knew that, and eased us into
accepting Martha. Each companion has managed to have a different relationship
with the Doctor that fits with their character and respects those that came
before. But the companion shifts were nothing compared to my concerns about
changing Doctors. Even though it went very well for me the first time, I was
now attached. David Tennant is, to use Who fan jargon, "my doctor."
Much like he is for many of my generation. Who was this funny bow tie wearing
man that was coming to take his place? Thanks to his (Matt Smith) immense
talents and the brilliance that is Steven Moffat, I didn't have to stress long.
I loved him at fish fingers and custard, right along with Amelia Pond.
With every change, I just keep
loving it. There are, of course, elements of the ridiculous. But that's what
keeps it fun. I will watch just about any type of show if I like the
characters. Plot, that's important too, but more important is how it shapes my
beloved characters. I will watch them fight evil, solve equations, or mock each
other endlessly. It really doesn't matter.
And the Doctor and his companions
always keep my attention. Wherever they go across time and space, whether they
are battling angels or daleks, I just want to see more.
Coming Soon: Sarah posts a Doctor
Who inspired parody of Call Me Maybe. "I just met you, and this is crazy,
but trust me won't you, cause I'm the Doctor" It needs work.
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