By Now, You'll Have Heard The News...
...That the Doctor is going to be a woman.
There's been a lot of varied reactions, from joy to anger.
I think the news has literally sent me into a depression.
Picture a strange, lonely teenager with no friends that discovers a magical world, a world of adventure, of excitement. A world where she'll never be lonely, where she can go to any place and time, with a ready set of friends. Where she is happy and free and comforted.
Now imagine burning that world to ashes, and telling her to love the desecration.
I have seen Doctor Who at its worst. The styrofoam sets, the questionable costumes, the nonsensical writing. I have watched some of the lowest points from the various decades. I have nursed this show through its rough patches, loved it through thick and thin. I have loved and laughed and felt deeply. I can confidentially say that the serial with fucking bubble wrap painted green is a classic. And I have always said that there is only one thing that can make me, a lifelong, hardcore fan, stop watching: changing the Doctor to a woman.
And now it's happened.
I'm not angry; I am disappointed, hurt, sad, and lost. I feel like my best friend just died. Like my boyfriend cheated on me and dumped me. My heart has been ripped out and crushed. I feel betrayed at this vandalism; at this violation of a sacred temple. I cried myself to sleep last night in grief. I would rather it had been cancelled, I really do. That would have been better. At least it would have ended well.
I am in mourning for my show.
She is not the Doctor. She will never be the Doctor. I refuse to learn her name. I refuse to watch one minute of it. I refuse to count or consider her. If there is one thing I'm good at, it's being stubborn beyond reason. They will not get one moment of my attention. Not until the next regeneration. Even then, knowing what they can do to me, I might not. I am not obligated to watch something I'll hate.
So goodbye, Doctor Who. I loved you once. You were such a huge part of my life, my identity; Doctor Who and rabbits, that was me. My great loves. I don't know if I'll ever love you again. I hope so.
At least my bunny loves me.
There's been a lot of varied reactions, from joy to anger.
I think the news has literally sent me into a depression.
Picture a strange, lonely teenager with no friends that discovers a magical world, a world of adventure, of excitement. A world where she'll never be lonely, where she can go to any place and time, with a ready set of friends. Where she is happy and free and comforted.
Now imagine burning that world to ashes, and telling her to love the desecration.
I have seen Doctor Who at its worst. The styrofoam sets, the questionable costumes, the nonsensical writing. I have watched some of the lowest points from the various decades. I have nursed this show through its rough patches, loved it through thick and thin. I have loved and laughed and felt deeply. I can confidentially say that the serial with fucking bubble wrap painted green is a classic. And I have always said that there is only one thing that can make me, a lifelong, hardcore fan, stop watching: changing the Doctor to a woman.
And now it's happened.
I'm not angry; I am disappointed, hurt, sad, and lost. I feel like my best friend just died. Like my boyfriend cheated on me and dumped me. My heart has been ripped out and crushed. I feel betrayed at this vandalism; at this violation of a sacred temple. I cried myself to sleep last night in grief. I would rather it had been cancelled, I really do. That would have been better. At least it would have ended well.
I am in mourning for my show.
She is not the Doctor. She will never be the Doctor. I refuse to learn her name. I refuse to watch one minute of it. I refuse to count or consider her. If there is one thing I'm good at, it's being stubborn beyond reason. They will not get one moment of my attention. Not until the next regeneration. Even then, knowing what they can do to me, I might not. I am not obligated to watch something I'll hate.
So goodbye, Doctor Who. I loved you once. You were such a huge part of my life, my identity; Doctor Who and rabbits, that was me. My great loves. I don't know if I'll ever love you again. I hope so.
At least my bunny loves me.