Stuck in time…

Have I accidentally slipped into a wacky alternate universe or are people really losing their shit over the casting of a woman on a television show? Silly question, of course they are. Don’t even get me started on the fact that the British tabloids decided that an appropriate response to the announcement would be to publish titillating photos from her previous roles. I mean, WTF?

Over the past few days, I’ve been astounded by the grown men – and even some women oddly enough – carrying on like petulant toddlers all because the producers of Doctor Who did something apparently inconceivable. For fans for a show about time travel, some of them seem to be awfully fixed in their outdated notions. Does it really matter that a woman, Jodie Whittaker, will now play The Doctor? No, the answer is definitely a big, what on earth are they talking about, resounding NO.  Indeed, the only thing that should matter is if she is any good in the role.

Honestly, I don’t see what the fuss is all about. It’s not like it something really important like your favourite cocktail bar closing. How dare they close Le Kitch? I’ve been going there for ten years! Sure, the owner has to commute all the time and is only selling so that he can actually spend time with his family, but I don’t see why that should inconvenience me! Everything about the place is absolutely awesome – the cocktails, the décor, the ambiance, the cheapness. Why? Dear Gods, why must I be made to suffer thusly? But I digress.


Granted, the choice of a new Doctor habitually tends to drum up quite a bit of discussion, with many spirited opinions as to their perceived merits and failings. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no stranger to becoming a tad too passionate about my television shows. Have I complained about the casting of The Doctor before? Yes, guilty as charged. Personally, I’m not a big fan of Capaldi and his grumpy grandpa version of one of my favourite aliens. That being said, at least my criticism came after he’d actually started appearing in the show itself.

Is she the best choice? Who knows? How about waiting till she’s been in a few episodes before passing wrathful judgement? Sadly, from all the ‘they just lost a viewer’ type comments, she may not be given that chance. That aside, if these egregiously offended fans continued watching through the Master becoming Missy, then I’m struggling to see what their issue is.

Then there are the ludicrous arguments against why The Doctor couldn’t possibly be a woman. They do realise that it’s a sci-fi show right? With aliens, fantastical stories and lots of fabulous wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff? Seems like the perfect place for such a ‘radical’ idea to me.

Change is inevitable, and if you want to avoid something becoming repetitive and stale – an accusation that has been levelled at the show on numerous occasions – then things need to be shaken up on occasion.

Evolve or die, people!

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