‘It’s just a question of who credibly is going to agree to go in the TARDIS? Who’s going to do it? Is it going to be a mother of 15 children? No. Is it going to be someone in their 60s? No. Is there going to be a particular age range? I mean… who’s going to have a crush on the Doctor? You know, come on! It’s more than a format. It’s evolved from good, dramatic reasons.’
I like the points this article makes on what Moffat said. He’s basically creating a template for the Doctor Who companion: they must be young, female (because the Doctor finds them attractive), feisty and a bit lost. It excludes pretty much a good chunk of the world’s population.
Moffat isn’t wrong… to a point. Yes, there is a certain personality type that will be drawn to running away with the Doctor. But he’s limiting himself in a way that’s frankly shocking for the guy running a show like Doctor Who, in which the range of dramatic possibilities is far wider than for most other shows.
Does Moffat seriously believe that only young people feel dislocated or dream of outer space or are a bit mad? Does he seriously think that a 60-year-old woman — or a 60-year-old man, for that matter — couldn’t possibly have a crush on the Doctor? Does he seriously believe that the only basis for wanting to run away with the Doctor is a sort of generic low-level disaffection with ordinary everyday life?
I’m sure there are a number of introverts who would love to run with the Doctor. Lynda from Nine’s era and Rita from Eleven’s would both qualify as one, and Martha was feisty, but more studious and grounded than Rose or Donna. And let’s not forget Bernard Cribbins who was well past 60 years old when he took the role of Wilf, one of Ten’s companions, and Jack Harkness definitely had a crush on the Doctor. Also, will he ever touch on mental illnesses in his characterisations of being ‘a bit mad’ or dislocated? These limitations are restricting ones for a writer to take and rather closed-minded as well.
In the audio series, the Sixth Doctor has an AWESOME companion who’s a 50something history professor. Her name is Dr. Evelyn Smythe and they’re amazing together!
Fuck you, Moffat. Basically your parameters are that he should only travel with young women you’d like to fantasize about fucking. You may be that narrow-minded, but the Doctor isn’t.
I’m reminded of that macro that said “Nerdy Girl Problems # [whatever]: Steven Moffat.”
Looking forward to the day he’s no longer in charge of Doctor Who.
Legit tearing up here, because seriously? Why the fuck do they need to have a crush on the Doctor? It’s not actually a requirement of the show, you know. And it would be really, really nice to have a show where the primary relationship is a friendship, not a romance. And OK, so you’re going to limit yourself by saying they have to be young and ‘feisty’ (god, I hate that word) and female (he doesn’t actually specify female, but I’ll wait til we get a male companion whose crush on the Doctor is the focus of the plot to change the wording), then can we at least get aliens and historical/future people? Please, just someone not from 21st century Earth? For the love of Gallifrey?
Ugh. I think I need to TS ‘Moffat’, because I do enjoy the show, but every interview with him makes me want to swear off it completely and just live in the spin-offs forever. Evelyn, you are so great, don’t listen to the silly man.
Moff is, once again, producing total bullshit. The comment about the 60-year-old struck me, because, I can see scenarios where a 60-year-old would UNQUESTIONABLY run off with the Doctor. Let me establish one.
Our episode opens with Jeffrey, who has had to take mandatory retirement the day before. Unfortunately, his beloved wife of 40+ years has died a few months before, and his only other family is a daughter who lives in Australia, so Jeffrey is looking forward to a lonely, dull, unhappy stretch of years in front of him. Weird things start happening in Jeffrey’s neighborhood, he notices and investigates them because, hey, what else does he have to do, encounters an odd young man in a suit and bowtie (there could be an exchange where the Doctor goes “I’m the Doctor!” and Jeffrey goes “Just graduated, eh?”), and then there are ALIENS and a box that’s BIGGER ON THE INSIDE, and the Doctor says, “So, do you want to come?” and they take off, because exploring time and space is far, FAR better than growing old alone. (Plus he might have a bit of a “Well, if something bad happens to me out there, I’ve had a good life, what’ve I got to lose?” attitude). And they could argue back-and-forth a bit, because even though Jeffrey likes the Doctor he’s not going to take much nonsense the way a young person who’s all infatuated might!
In short, Stephen Moffat has another think coming, AS PER USUAL.
Yes good let’s have that; furthermore, I guarantee you there are actual sixty-year-olds existing who watch Doctor Who and have a crush on the Doctor and wish they could run away with him, I don’t know any but if there aren’t I will eat my hat. But, I mean, obviously Moffat deals pretty much solely in archetypes - this is his massive technical Achilles’ heel as a writer even when he’s not actually being gross - and having a “nonstandard” person travel as companion would mean he would actually have to be able to determine their specific motivations and such, rather than obviously this is what the spunky girl companion does. Bleh.
#the last thing I want to see is moffat trying to deal with mental illness
OH GOD SO MUCH AGREE. Hell, we have seen that a little, not straight-on but in references: result, “A Study in Pink”, the only show that’s ever made me LITERALLY have to sit on my hands to avoid putting my fist through my laptop screen in anger.
(PTSD!fail is one of my biggest triggers, but the psychopathy/sociopathy fail and the psychosomatic…ness? fail were just about as awful. :P)
So it’s not a secret that I have a huge distaste for everything Steven Moffat does. I think he’s a class-A douchebag and he basically does nothing right. I can’t even tell you how terrible his depiction of PTSD, sociopathy and psychopathy is. Oh, and we may as well throw autism in there, too, because of John’s offhand remark to Lestrade in Hounds (so many reasons why this is terrible, and I think I need to make a post about that at some point in time). However, this is one time where I’m going to agree with the majority of what is above and at the same time praise him for one small victory. I think this is the case of “well, the time is right at least twice a day” more than any great victory that he did on purpose. Let us please not forget that his portrayal of Vincent van Gogh in “Vincent and the Doctor” could have been awful. He could have had the Doctor and Amy make jokes, or he could have created a much worse story line. But there is absolutely nothing in that episode that I can think of that is truly negative, that portrays mental illness as something to be feared, or something to look down upon. But that episode was brilliant, and I will never stop praising it.
In addition to that, in speaking about disability, I won’t forget the character of Eliot, either, who also appeared during Eleven’s time, and who was dyslexic. Moffat didn’t make him someone to be pitied. He didn’t give him superpowers. And he didn’t treat the character as someone weak.
Again, minor victories in the face of a couple hundred failures. I just thought that we should examine it from all sides and let’s not forget that mental illness HAS been done right, though there’s been more done wrong than right when it comes to Moffat.
i just want rory to stay
do rory and wilf with the doctor
craig rory and wilf who needs women on the tardis
Yessss. I really want Craig and Rory and Wilf.
And I really would have enjoyed Rita. Why kill her off…seriously? She was AMAZING.
I’m cautiously optimistic re: the new companion. But I wanna see someone who isn’t a white chick under the age of 30.
I really would’ve loved Rita as a companion. She was a woc and a muslim and not a really exagerated caricature of one.
Really, I just wish he’d do a variation on the theme of female, young, white, skinny.
btw to the person who messaged me about whether it was ok to punch some one if they were touching you are taking up your space without your consent
let it be a post to you all tbh
this one time (for a very short time) i was covering for some work for a friend of mine
her colleague kept on hitting on me and hitting on me and i kept on saying no an no and no and no
and one day when i was sitting down, he sat next to me and slid his hand up my skirt
do you know what i did?
i leaned in for his hot coffee and threw it on his face
he screamed and i left that very day
i don’t regret my actions
if someone dares to threaten you, or scare you, or harm- and the only thing your left to protect yourself with is through a means of harm
then please don’t ever hesitate and please don’t think you’re a bad person for it
If YOU break the physical contact barrier without my express permission
i fully reserve the right to break your nose in return
Goddamn I wish I could do that. When people grope me or whatever I tend to just get so fucking angry I don’t know what to do. I then spend the next two days wishing I had kneed the motherfucker in the crotch for thinking he has any right to touch me and actually, god damnit I just made myself angry thinking of it.
For some reason I feel 7 years old again, waiting for my daddy to come back from the sea. I can feel it itching all over my skin, the opressive silence of the house with my mother angry at my general existence and my brother angry at everyone and me on edge every second of every day because I’m always waiting to hear from my dad, phone calls and emails and IM messages, always waiting for some scrap of affection because the house is so so quiet without my dad. Hell, I remember a dozen instances when I heard songs on the radio about love or a man waiting for a postcard from his wayward lover and just crying because I wanted my dad home because never in my life was I as alone as in those months with those people. I can feel that right now, and it’s horrible and I want it gone and I hate my mother so much and I resent my dad for leaving me with her all those times and all those times after, walking out after fights, weeklong stays in hotels, coming home from school to my daddy with his bags packed, leaving me behind with an even angrier mother while he has a relaxing hotelroom all to himself and I want him to come home now.
“There was an episode, one of my favorite moments in Star Trek, when Captain Kirk looks over the cosmos and says, ‘Somewhere out there someone is saying the three most beautiful words in any language.’ Of course your heart sinks and you think it’s going to be, ‘I love you’ or whatever. He says, ‘Please help me.’ What a philosophically fantastic idea, that vulnerability and need is a beautiful thing.”—Hugh Laurie (via thiscoffeedrenchedlife)
“There’s a difference between being chivalrous and being nice or polite. Opening a door for someone because you got to the door first is both nice and polite; making a huge production of opening a door for a woman in the hopes that she’ll see what a chivalrous dude you are and fuck you (and then getting all pissy when she doesn’t respond how you want her to) is not polite or nice. And that’s the thing with chivalry: It always demands something in return. If you’re being nice to me because you like me and you’re the kind of person who is nice to people you like, then that’s great. If you’re being nice to me because you’re hoping to get something out it, or if you think you’re entitled to sex or a relationship with me because you were nice and “chivalrous,” you can go fuck yourself. See how that works?”— Jill Filopovic (via bronzingthegarbage)
Okay the lolita tag is annoying me today. Rant time, motherfuckers.
Stop fucking romanticizing Lolita. It’s an amazing book, it’s brilliant, it’s probably one of the most well written things ever. The characters are brilliantly written and I’ll even say they’re oddly charming if you ignore half their actions.
But ffs there is nothing romantic about Lolita. Nothing. It’s an older man taking advantage of a young girl with an overbearing, spiteful mother. It’s a brilliant plot, definitely, because Lo’s just a girl who doesn’t get a lot of affection (because remember how Charlotte talks about getting rid of Loall the fucking time?That shit ain’t nice, and that’s coming from someone who knows) and suddenly there’s this man and he gives her plenty of affection, who adores her, of course she fucking takes the bait. She’s twelve years old and desperate for affection. That’s still not romantic.
You know how later in the book, you get these tiny hints that things aren’t okay? You know, mentions at the end of a chapter about how Lo cries each night while Humbert feigns sleep? Lo saying don’t drool on me, you disgusting manwhen Humbert tries to kiss her? Lo crying when Humbert has sex with her? Lo being cruel to Humbert when he denies her her freedom, again and again and again? Or Humbert threatening her with the reformatory, with more abuse? I can go on for hours because I’ve got that book memorized and none of it is romantic. Hell, even Humbert isn’t nice to Lo. He even admits to finding her dreadfully boring.
Yes it all sounds lovely and sweet when you skim it but that’s the point of an unreliable narrator, the creepyness is well hidden.
Goddamnit people. It’s an amazing book but it’s also hugely fucked up and fifteen kinds of horrible andthere is not a single instance of love in the whole fucking book.Really. Lo doesn’t love Humbert, Humbert doesn’t love Lo, neither of them love Charlotte and Charlotte hardly loves Humbert. And none of the other characters love any of them either. It’s all just lust and power and all things horrible and fuck you for even thinking of it as love.
Instead of a movie about an “ugly” woman who gets a makeover to become conventionally attractive and lives happily ever after, what about one where she beats the shit out of people that attempt to pressure her into conforming to stupid standards of beauty.
I wanted to thank everyone for how many notes this got in just under a week. Also, my Honeybear (A.J. Perna) is quite pleased that his words struck a chord with the feminist community on tumblr. So big hugs from both of us.
Why is there very little utility to women’s clothing? Why don’t we get pockets which actually open? Why do we have to put up with the ‘false pockets’ that are frequently sewn onto women’s jackets and pants to give visual interest without ruining the ‘line’ of the garment? Why, when pockets are actually present, are they so rarely large, stable, or loose enough to accommodate a phone or a wallet? And why, given this is the case, do women go on to cop so much flack for carrying handbags around with them?
Oh wait. Is this one of those double standards which we feminists are always going on about; one of those innocuous little things which everybody just accepts because it is the norm?
Women carry handbags. It is known.
But why? I have watched my male friends get ready to go out. They slip their wallet into one pocket, their keys into another, their phone into a third pocket, and some of them even still have spare pockets large enough to carry a novel for the journey. Those of my friends who wear women’s clothes, though, face an entirely different situation. If they are wearing the right jeans or jacket, they may have up to two usable pockets (not at all guaranteed). However, in most cases they won’t have any pockets at all. Utility and style rarely meet in women’s fashion, so they grab a bag.
Contrary to all the jokes, most women don’t ‘have’ to leave the house with everything they pack in their day-to-day handbag. Most of the items in a woman’s everyday handbag are in there because, if she’s going to have to carry it anyway, she might as well make it worth her while. Excuse us for making use of the one useful item we find in our wardrobes.
This is something I have been bitching about forever. Women’s jeans? They have nice tiny little pockets where a smartphone fits or something, and I can definitely not fit my wallet in my back pocket. I don’t really get why we can’t get nice convenient pockets, tbh. It seems to be possible for men, for some reason.