Becoming a Whovian Fifty Years Late

I don’t watch a whole lot of TV, but every so often, I come across a new-to-me show that completely takes over my life. It happened with Adventure Time, and then again with Sherlock, and now it’s happening once more with Doctor Who (which, I realize, has been around for over fifty years, wow, sorry I’m behind on the times, I’m still working on building a TARDIS).

It would take me years to catch up on the classic Who episodes, so I started with the reboot, and I don't regret a single thing. I know my sister is probably reading this and thinking “You’re just in it for David Tennant”. And I’ll readily admit that she’s not wrong – Ten is a big reason why I wanted to watch the show in the first place, and is absolutely one of the reasons why I’m this obsessed. But David Tennant’s charming mannerisms and cute face (and great hair) aside, there are other reasons why this show speaks to me. 

As soon as I started watching it, I realized that Doctor Who is basically the live-action version of Adventure Time, except more time travell-y. Like Adventure Time (which, as I've mentioned, I LOVE), there are episodes that confuse me, but still leave me intrigued. And there are episodes that make no sense and bore me to regeneration. There are episodes that start to fill in the blanks left by those previous episodes so that I can “ooh” and “ahh” over all the foreshadowing. And there are episodes that reach into my chest and pull out my one still-beating heart and leave me completely devastated (graphic, I know, but I’ve been crying about the fourth season for WEEKS). 

Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.

Not to mention I, quite simply, love a good time travel story. Time travel was the one redeeming quality of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (even if the rest of the story was nonsensical garbage), and I find the concept fascinating, if a little confusing. So the fact that the Doctor can go as far forward or as far back in time as he wishes is pure magic in my eyes. I especially love any time he ends up cavorting with historical figures: fighting werewolves with Queen Victoria, witnessing Shakespeare’s lost play, solving a murder mystery with Agatha Christie, etc. I like aliens and space adventures as much as the next person, but there’s something special about watching the Doctor insert himself into actual human history. 

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... timey wimey... stuff.

Plot aside, I also enjoy the characters. You should all know by now how I feel about Ten, but Nine was also, in his own words, “fantastic” (I haven’t started watching Eleven’s seasons yet). Captain Jack Harkness makes any situation ten times as fun (and flirtatious), I need to know more about River Song, and Donna Noble...well, I’m dedicating a whole post to her next month, so you’ll just have to wait and see how I feel about her (spoiler alert: Donna is the flippin’ best). Even Rose and Martha, for all their faults, served a purpose; they may not have been my favourites, but they helped shape the Doctor – and the series – in ways only they could. 

I know at least three people who were shocked to find out that it took me this long to watch Doctor Who because it’s a show that combines a whole bunch of my favourite things into one neat (but expensive – great Gallifrey, the DVDs cost a fortune!!) blue box. As mad as I am that I waited this long to discover the Doctor, I’m so glad I finally took the leap.

The Doctor showed me a better way of living your life...You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand. You say ‘no’. You have the guts to do what’s right, when everyone else just runs away.