Why didn't any of you bastards tell me how wonderful DOCTOR WHO is?

[Bridget_Burke]

Another Late Adapter with A Cynic’s Guide to Doctor Who

It is about a year since my secret addiction started, a balmy Summer Saturday when, due to the sheer laziness of not wanting to reach down to the coffee table for the remote, I found myself doing something I hadn’t consciously done for at least 20 years: watching an episode of Doctor Who. I immediately sat up in my chair, intrigued by the production values and grand orchestral score of a staggering opening scene which involves a malfunctioning TARDIS crash-landing over central London. After the first scene, it had already begun to take hold.

Since then I have watched and re-watched the entire back catalogue of the rebooted series, wondering how I could have been so misguided as to have previously dismissed it as childish, nerdy, dated, sentimental, populist trash. The funny thing is, that Doctor Who is all of those things and more, but trash, it certainly is not.

[dropzone]

@Bridget's link

For months I kept my newfound passion a secret, I repressed it like one would a horrible fetish, but after a while, mostly at the end of drunken parties, I would have to confide in people, I could no longer keep it in, and after a while, it became obvious that I was not alone.

I dreaded the consequences when my daughters discovered it. I had been out of it since before they were born and I knew I’d be drawn back into the life, like an AA member knows that a sip of communion wine will be their doom. But I did it anyway and am “suffering” the consequences, like “But Eccleston is so good! Why replace him?” and “the last half hour of End of Time was just fan service,” and “Where has Karen Gillan been all my life–oh, most of my life was before she was born.”

But I can’t discuss it outside of here and my home because Normals don’t understand.