a discussion on sexual orientation
me: *explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
classmate: wait, what’s polyamory?
me: well, it’s when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
professor: *overhears from front of class*
professor: that is d i s g u s t i n g
me: *defensively* um, actually, no it’s—
professor: how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
professor: it should be polyerosy
Academics. People with *real* values.
Where’s the part when Marine Todd comes in punching everyone and saying something about God?
Q:Fuck pumpkins tho. FUCKPUMPKINS
Aight, we’re mad at pumpkins now? Sounds good to me, fuck pumpkins.
Dear diary: my teen angst bullshit now has a body count.
(I feel like Nixon resigning as I write this, but it has to be said)
You are crushing it. Seriously. You are nailing it with this Series, and I’m so full of anger at you for wasting my time like you did with Eleven and then getting rid of him in a giant “Fuck You” to anything sensible.
But I forgive you.
Clara is wonderful. From just these seven episodes, she has earned a spot in the pantheon of companions that Amy never could for me. She is a real person, and not just a pretty face. And the man in her life isn’t just some cock to chase (or a dog on a leash like Rory) but rather an interesting and compelling character in his own right. Danny Pink is special. Maybe you’ll find a way to fuck that up for me at some point but right now he’s my favorite addition to the show in years.
And I could not be happier about Courtney Woods. This deserves a post of its own, and I can hardly do it justice here. But I didn’t grow up with just a bunch of little Roses and Amys, or even any Marthas. I grew up with a lot of girls (and dudes) just like Courtney. Little devils with terrible attitudes who were too clever to be wrangled by hollow authority figures or their airhead parents and they knew it. Of course, it wasn’t out of the ordinary, because of how some of them looked; and for a lot of them, it was looking like Courtney.
I think they’ve probably lived their lives as they did back then, where even if people looked past their skin color, they still couldn’t get by the attitude, and ended up drawing all of the same stereotypical conclusions. Seeing her airhead parents, hearing her vomit, seeing her fuck shit up in general, hearing her crack wise, watching her stand up for herself and others. Shit, man.
Doctor Who is as good as anything else (and better than most) at giving a big whopping middle-finger to our all-encompassing narcissism and the bigotry that it drags along. But it hasn’t been so good at that under Moffat.
But that has changed. Bravo. I can’t wait for the next episode. And I haven’t said that in a long time.
P.S. And all of this says NOTHING about how utterly fantastic the development of this Doctor’s character or his relationship with Clara has been this Series. That rant is for another day.
I spent the last six months interviewing writers, producers, crew members, and guests who worked on NBC’s groundbreaking “Late Night with David Letterman” in the ’80s. The oral history has been published as an e-book at Amazon Kindle Singles, which you can check out at the link.
If you’re into the history of late-night TV and/or a nerd about comedy writers rooms, this is for you.