promethia_tenk: (chibbs is serviceable)
Because I'm a fan, dammit!

So, the new season of Doctor Who has not been doing it for me. Bless Jodie Whittaker and her Doctor, they are blameless in this. She's delightful and perfectly cast.

And, hey, the plots have mostly been middling to rubbish, the dialogue is dull and frequently clunky, and the writing in general is uninspiring. But if you were unprepared for any of this then you didn't do your homework.

What's really getting to me, though, and the thing that I was definitely not prepared for is how little emotional investment I feel in any of it. If Chibbs can do anything, surely he does characters and their relationships, right?!?! I've been batting around reasons for why things aren't clicking. Do we just need more time? (Torchwood was solid dreck for a season and a half before erupting into brilliance.) Is three TARDIS companions one too many? (Quite possibly yes, I'm thinking.) Am I just bitter that somebody thought we still needed a white dude on the cast? (Yes.) But I recently read a review somewhere that really snapped things into perspective for me, which noted that Ryan and Graham are now the heart of the show. And, frickety-frak, the reviewer is right. Ryan and Graham's relationship has been the major emotional through-line of the whole thing, has born most of the emotional weight. And it has been rather nice to watch, for what it is. I don't have a problem with their relationship in and of itself. I rather love Ryan, who is so my favorite. (Graham is fine.) But in the meantime Yaz is still underdeveloped and the Doctor hasn't really established a meaningful bond with any of them yet.

So let me ask you: how is it that, in getting a female Doctor, the show has somehow become more male-centric?
promethia_tenk: (eight)
That bit in the binge consumption of any genre series where the stand-along stuff has lost its novelty and you're just being dragged along by your fingernails, praying for the moment it's all gonna go off the cliff.

promethia_tenk: (Default)
Than the ads I get served on Tumblr. It's an unremitting stream of condos, financial planning, football, J.C. Penny, breast cancer awareness, cars I will never be able to afford, and, I kid you not, retirement communities (I'm 33).

The irony of this is, I've always wanted to be older than I am. The day I turned 30 was a triumph. But I can't cope with this assault. WHAT IS THE POINT OF TUMBLR IF YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THERE TO LOOK AT PRETTY THINGS AND NOT THINK OF THE SAD STATE OF YOUR 401K?!?!?!?

Is it all this depressing? Tumblr is about the only place that manages to sneak ads through my impenetrable fortress of ad blockers and strategic paying for ad-free services. Would it kill them to try to sell me some makeup or a cell phone or some breakfast cereal from time to time? I'm living in mild dread of the day I see an ad for incontinence diapers in between an argument about gender pronouns and a quiz to determine which K-Pop group you are.

I don't think I can deal with this anymore.

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Parapsychological librarian and friendly neighborhood heretic.

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