I know I've already posted like 295 times today but I've been feeling chatty recently; today I want to talk about Torchwood
and how it was this huge revelatory experience when I first watched it back in 2006 - bisexual alien hunters! You must understand, Internet, that I was (and continue to be) very slow on the pop culture uptake; in some ways I blame my childhood. It's probably not a very apt comparison at all, but I can't help feeling that if I had watched Buffy I would have been less impressed by Torchwood. As it was I thought a) Captain Jack Harkness was the coolest dude ever, b) Ianto Jones the most adorable guy, c) second only to Toshiko, and that d) Gwen actually did her job as audience surrogate pretty well. (e) also, there were men kissing.) Remember the days when fandom didn't automatically dismiss her as a gap-toothed bitch? Ah, fandom. Never stop in your lady-hating ways! (Though the journals I was following at the time, really, never did that so much as they engaged in impassioned feminist defences of Gwen Cooper OR valid critiques of RTD, which was awesome. In a lot of ways I have to credit the Internet for the person I am today.) It made me want to visit Cardiff. Cardiff. I ask you. (I mean, I've still never visited Cardiff and by all accounts it's probably a relatively cosmopolitan city, but you have to admit it was a pretty strange ambition for a fourteen year old stuck in Singapore.)
I didn't watch that much of Torchwood - just the first season, enough for Tosh to become my total favourite, and when I got around to catching up on the second season (which I watched the first episode of) a) the sexual tension that surrounded Jack/Ianto like a shiny purple alien mist disappeared as soon as it was established that they were actually fucking in the context of a permanent relationship and b) I heard Tosh died, which obviously broke my will to go on any further. Also then I was getting into Doctor Who and realised that the mothership (motherfandom? whatever) had better writers; and also I was just way over the gratuitous sex thing. (I realise this was a mistake and a delusion: I will never be over gratuitous sex. Hallo fandom!) Man, some of that writing was so, so shit. But some of it was great, which is why I'm posting now: a couple of weeks ago I read the Persephone recap of
They Keep Killing Suzie and have since been FLOODED with fandom nostalgia and... nostalgia for that period of my life, really. Mostly fandom nostalgia, though. That was such a good episode, argh! Maybe one of these days I will catch up on all the subsequent episodes I missed the first time round, although I doubt it. I am really really bad at watching TV on my laptop; I always get distracted when someone messages me or I check my email, &c. Maybe I can go to Cardiff???
They Keep Killing Suzie, though. I was still lurking in 2006, and anyway no one I wanted to talk to would have been particularly interested in talking to a spectacularly unsophisticated teenager, I don't think, but: were any of you into Torchwood at any point? This is the part where I laugh hollowly at myself but I haven't seen this episode in like five years and in my head it's an absolute paragon of quality TV. I can't actually decide if this is, like, true, or if I just had really bad taste back then. Anyway. FANDOM NOSTALGIA, WHOO!
(The episode still wins all the points for using
this song, though)
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