Separation Anxiety
Click to viewSo last night, I was thinking about TCI and New Earth and what lousy episodes those were to introduce Ten. The first ever episode of Who I'd ever seen was Runaway Bride, with high-speed car chases and arachnid-slaughtering and mass-river drainage and ATM thievery, not to mention disproportionate mounds of Doctor emo and Donna-slappage.
I was basically like, “What the FUCK is going on here?!” and was piqued to watch more.
The next episode I saw, I think, was Girl in the Fireplace, then The Age of Steel, then Doomsday, and from there, I filled in accordingly. It gave me a nice array of situations and variations of the Doctor.
By 2x04, he was already established as a character with all three degrees of his personality (insane, bastard, emo).
But if I would’ve started watching at TCI or New Earth- after a series of kind ol’ Chris Ecceleston- and this skinny, rude, fast-talking fool burst out of that familiar leather jacket, running around licking other people’s blood and hollering in a country drawl and chucking satsumas and crooning, “Oh baby I’m a maaan…” I think I promptly would have stopped watching the show forever.
Get that Barty Crouch Jr.-ass Doctor outta here.
But now that I am deeply enamored with the skinny, rude, fast-talking, foolish, orally-fixated, stentorian, violent, and slightly flamboyant Doctor- my Doctor- the only Doctor I will ever want to see for the rest of my livelihood with this show- I think I will maintain a deep hatred for whoever sets his pinstripe suit aflame.
…My friend Marie and I engage in intense arguments, swallowing our convictions, going round about why Nine or Ten is better, spewing pros and cons left and right…and I’d defend David to the death…but I think now…after two years of Whovianism…I truly understand.
I don’t want a new Doctor.
Ever.
...End emotional rant.
I AM NOT A SLITHEEN.