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this is why my feet hate me.
found via google image.

This week’s blog is about….dance.  yep.  dance.

If you know me at all, you know I’m a proud little Scot.  I joke about the fact we always had Scottish dogs in the house (Cairn Terriers to be exact…best breed ever!) and that my parents put me through golf lessons when I was young just to prove we were Scots.  The only other sport I played was football (actual football…not FOO’BO! aka American Football).  I literally wear my pride on my sleeve

I did say literally didn’t I?

One of my favorite ways to show that pride, that I was unable to do for almost 3 years after a bad knee injury is dance.  I’ve done most forms of Scottish dance.  What does that mean?  Well firstly, my joints are shite….But I help that with glucosamine and such (no really, it does help a tad), I have tendonitis in both feet from dancing on the balls of my feet constantly, I have a hard time fitting into skinny jeans because I gots thigh muscles yo (I’ll stop with the faux homie language someday).  Does that mean I’ll stop?  Probably not.  I LOVE IT!  All forms

I love Step dancing for the footwork and solo work.

I love Highland for the precision.

I love Royal Scottish Country Dance for the patterns the dances make.

I love Ceilidh dancing because it encompasses all dancers beginner to experienced to the random person who decided to unknowingly see what was happening and got pulled in.

I’ve danced at festivals, faires, various events.

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obviously not me…but loved the image nonetheless. Found on google image

 

 

 

So, why post now?

I’ve been in New Zealand for 2 years….Before that, I had a major break from all Scottish dance forms due to the knee accident (I did try and OMG too much pain for a long time), what they don’t tell you when moving here is you are on an island.  Granted, it’s a colonized industrial Island…but still, a set of two islands.  No matter where you are moving from, there is disconnect.

Now, I’m shy and a bit of an introvert…so making friends is hard.  keeping myself from going insane is even more difficult.

I’ve recently been attending the local RSCDS as it’s roughly a minute away and I needed to get back to it.  I’m also practising step again…I don’t know why I waited so long to get back to it! Aside from the obvious when I was healing, but even after…I was good to start dancing again…and not to brag, but I was quite good before that.  When I am actively involved in Scottish dance, I’m much happier in general, I feel more confident and fun.

….I do have a bad habit of teaching students tullock turns…the only reason it’s bad is because then they want to do it all. the. time.

I also like the people I meet through it, it’s a common interest thing and nowhere else can you feel like a fashion goddess when you get a new pair of dance shoes (no really, I purchased new AWESOME ghillies…and when I came to class with them it was a “Show them off!” “Let’s see!” “How do they dance?”).

I was having a think on all this last night (nearly missed my part in a set by accident as a result…oops).  I’m better when I’m dancing, sure…I’ve gotten some injuries, some ankle sprains, shin splints, had to tape my arches after a rather rigorous day of performing just so I could walk the next day…but I always feel like I’m better when I’m dancing (despite silly dramas with other dancers…face it, they happen).

When I was originally getting into burlesque….I had planned on dressing my step/highland dance skills up to fit the stage and THAT being my thing.

I got a bit distracted by glitter and nostalgia.  Which is odd…I slightly loathe glitter.

I never did bring my real persona to the stage.  That may be where some of my bitterness started.  I haven’t been formally trained in many other forms of dance…just the random stuff I learned through drama.

I’ve taken a looooong break from being on stage.  I’m hoping to end that break soon, I’m currently re-working everything I ever thought on the Cabaret scene and how I want to be a part.  Thanks to the Kongos “Come With Me Now” I have some inspiration to start working on…Hopefully I’ll be performing at more festivals here again and bringing a fling or two to the stage again.

“Adults don’t get ear infections”

So, this marks a new turn for A Shot of Scotch.  One in which, I actually update.  I think I was trying too hard to be entertaining and sometimes…my life isn’t a never ending storm of comics, insightfulness and crazy.  sometimes life is just trying to beat a level in Katamari while meds kick in.  So, I’m going to start updating once a week with whatever the hell is going on…people seem to be interested in life in NZ, so let’s give the people what they want…and if I happen to come up with something funny, a comic or insightful..yay.

 

moving right along….”Adults don’t get ear infections” (if you know me at all…you know this is crazy talk!)

 

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the face of happy…this is what a multiple trips to the doc and no sleep for 3 days looks like..oh and ear drops, that’s what they look like too.

That is what a doctor told me last year when, as usual, my left ear was hurting and itchy and draining last year.  She didn’t really look at my ears, just told me “Adults don’t get ear infections…you’d have to be REALLY sick to even get one.  it’s just your allergies and your ears equalizing pressure”  she prescribed me an antihistamine I could get at any store and sent me, confusedly, on my way…in pain.

going back to childhood for a mo…

you know those hearing tests they do in primary school?  yeah…I failed.  I didn’t know you could fail, but well…let’s just say, it took me ages to hear any beeps or clicks in my left ear.  I had to see a specialist, they put me in a dark box of a room and gave me a toy bunny so I wouldn’t be scared.  Needless to say, it was discovered I have partial hearing loss.  which means, if you are talking to me on my left side, it may be a bit muddled.  if it’s in a loud room/bar/club…I cannot hear you.  Also…I have troubles telling if I am talking loud enough (which causes me to talk too loud at times)

That ear infection….cleared up on it’s own with at home treatment…which is rare.  but has happened before.  it was lucky.

 

But I was pissed!  I wasted money to see a doctor who clearly….did not give a shite.

 

Fast forward….

 

About 2 weeks ago, my ear started giving me stabby pains (imagine an angry little gnome with a blade and something to prove…yeah, that’s what my ear felt like)…I went to dinner with my partner, wherein, I got a stabby pain…we picked up some stuff for ear pain at the chemist.  The next day, still a bit of pain and….I couldn’t hear very well. at all.  But, I was stubborn.  didn’t want to waste money..then, the day after I woke up to fluids.  I could hear fluid in my ear.  I think Michael practically forced a phone into my hand so I’d call the nurseline at least.  less than 5 mins later, I call my clinic…request a different doctor and am getting ready for an appointment an hour later.

My new doctor, I love her.  She actually listened to me, showed a lot of concern.  she checked one ear, fine.  then…the left.

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it’s never good when your doctor makes this face…

yeah…not so good.  wheee! antibiotics and pain meds!

Last week…try as I might, I couldn’t make it in to more than 2 days of work because I was in immense pain and having bad spells of vertigo…so back I went, one time just to get a doctor’s note.

 

and then it got weird….infection was in my right ear.  and the left full out middle ear infection (severe)!  Sent home with more antibiotics and strong ear drops.

I’m still battling the angry little gnome who’s stabby stabby in both ears.

 

the lesson here?  I waited too long to see a doc the first time….after my bad experience, I was stubborn and I’m paying for it a wee bit (although, I have had bad infections like this before….but not in ages!).  That’s been life in a nutshell for the past two weeks.

Not the most amazing post ever, but like I said, I’ll update with whatever is on my mind from week to week….if something funny, artsy or whatever comes out of it.  w00t.

Let’s go fly a kite…

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Right, this could be fun.

Last night, I ventured out into central Auckland to meet a group of girls I’d been starting to game with online (by the way, if you’re shy like me, but realize the need for friends…meetup is the best thing ever), Auckland does this thing called Chicks at the Flicks, they give you wine, a goodie bag (or as we were calling it a “depression bag”…women’s mags, chocolate, clothing vouchers, and face creams) and pudding.   It’s good fun and I met fellow geek girls (going to the sensory maze for insanity was just a bonus!)

Onto the movie.  We saw Saving Mr. Banks…I was glad to find out I wasn’t the only one who was a bit nervous at seeing the film.  I know P.L. Travers wasn’t keen on the film adaptation of Mary Poppins, she eventually tolerated it

“I’ve seen it once or twice, and I’ve learned to live with it. It’s glamorous and it’s a good film on its own level, but I don’t think it is very like my books.” P.L. Travers

however, I love Disney’s Mary Poppins.  I know it deviates from the books, but it was my favorite movie when I was little (admittedly, it’s my “sick day” movie as an adult.  it just, makes me happy).  I can even recall how badly I wanted to be Mary Poppins, to a point that I grabbed an umbrella and tried hopping from our fence to see if I could fly…sadly, I learned I couldn’t and scraped up my knee.

I’m not here to review the film, I will say I enjoyed it.  There was some Hollywoodized moments, but I expected that.

What I didn’t expect, was that I would be holding back tears during many scenes (new group of friends, don’t really want to have a break down) due to them hitting home.

Right, so…I honestly didn’t know a lot about P.L. Travers personal life, childhood…I only recently learned, she was born in Australia.
There were scenes; that hit home. hard.

Backing up;  My dad is, was and will always be my hero.  But, he had a problem…a rather large problem.

alcohol.

Mum, has always described him as a “borderline alcoholic”…but there was no borderline.  Do I like saying that? no.  but I can’t deny the truth.

during Travers childhood sequences in the movie it’s revealed that while her father is a loving man, he is an alcoholic.  The first point that was revealed (his wife finding a bottle of whiskey in his coat pocket)…admittedly I had a reaction of my heart sinking and “shite..”.

in the scenes following..

-outbursts at other family to keep the child happy

(this happened between my mum and dad frequently.  they argued all the time.)

-drunken outbursts

(one christmas, my dad, was very drunk…he wasn’t happy.  family tried calming him down to no avail, I stood nearby watching it all and remember him drunkenly yelling “If no one else is going to do it, I’ll find her Santa Clause” and he left.  I remember being distracted by family…but it was something that stuck and is still really vivid)

-getting the daughter to fetch his alcohol after his wife hid it

(mum didn’t hide it, but she’d ask him to stop drinking for the night….and there were a couple times I was sneaking beer for dad in his shop…beer made him happy.  but eventually, it was too much)

-the belittling of accomplishments

(okay…I hate this.  but, my dad was EXTREMELY intelligent.  That’s not to say I’m not, but I’m intelligent in a different way…he was a maths genius…whereas.. I did very poorly in maths.  He didn’t understand this, of course, I think that was more alcohol that anything talking, and when I’d finally did well on a test…it wasn’t perfect.  Doing my homework was hellish because I didn’t get it fast enough.  As an adult…I sometimes get embarrassed at my maths skills because of this.)

-death

(I won’t recall the entire day, but yeah…not easy. to say the least.)

-forgiveness

(this took ages.  Not to forgive him, but me.  I always thought I could’ve done something more.  I could’ve talked him out of drinking.  I could’ve convinced him he needed a doctor when he was having chest pains.  in reality, I don’t know that I could’ve.  He was a very stubborn Scottish man)

There were also just a couple little bits that got me…

“We share a Celtic soul you and I. The whole world, it’s just an illusion, Ginty, old girl”

My dad, actually said similar to me one night when I was in his workshop as he built another model aeroplane and I drew something.  See, my dad…loved anything to do with flight.  His parents (and I love my Gran and Grandpa..), downplayed that dream, the told him he’d never make any money and made him go to school for engineering.  He hated what he did.  And I’m certain, Da’ had depression.  He would say this almost word for word to me some nights.  I was too young to get what he was saying.

Also, the whole thing…even thought it’s hollywoodized (read into it a bit) about “Let’s Go Fly a Kite” just got me, because we did fly kites…and much as he couldn’t sing, he’d sing that as loudly as he could to make me laugh when we were at the park flying my kite.

I actually just read a review of the movie, where the reviewer had said there were too many unanswered questions about how in the movie Travers could go from being a care-free young girl to a crotchety old bint.  I wanted to punch something.  There was nothing unanswered.  If you have lost a parent at a young age, it does something to you.  If you grew up with an alcoholic parent, it does something to you.  If you watched said parent suffer depression as a child, it does something to you.  And that something can turn you extremely hard (let’s just say, I’m only just warming back up to the month of October.  I would be absolutely hellish during that month.  People could just fuck off for all I cared…this included friends, family and even partners for a long time).

There’s a lot you deal with as a child of an alcoholic.  There’s a lot of assumptions people make of you as you grow up (“Oh..you should be careful around alcohol you know, you could wind up just like your father” yeah, fuck you very much.  This has to be the biggest insult you can ever say to a person.  Not only are you insulting me, but you’re insulting what I went through and my dad.  I have to agree with Penn and Teller on this, it’s not a disease…it’s a choice.) and a lot of constant sympathy thrown your way (“I could never go through what you did! I’m so sorry!” I honestly, don’t know how to respond to this.  and I get it a lot.  It takes me back to standing at his wake/funeral and so many adults I didn’t know hugging me and telling me “You’re so brave! I’m so sorry!” I was 12 and had no clue what they meant, and while they meant/mean well…it always is a little awkward).  I don’t think anyone in that situation wants the sympathy.

But, in saying all this…my dad was not a monster.  he was not cruel.  (again, there’s a scene dealing with that…that had me seriously fighting tears).  However, to remember the good times..you have to face those demons.  The good always outweighs the bad.  The bad, while it’s caused some depression/anxiety (you don’t get through it unscathed…no matter what anyone tells you).  The good is what makes me continue to work on my art (something my dad CONSTANTLY encouraged), the good pushes me to be better than the worst memories I have.

okay, enough waxing emotional. I should actually have some lunch…

Year in review

Right, we’re nearly 24hrs into the New Year here..so, I figure why not update?

2013, seems to have been a bung year for a lot of people I know…a bit for me as well.  Actually, quite a bit.  The end of 2013 was a massive kick in the teeth if I’m honest.  The day after the 20th anniversary of my dad’s death, mum was diagnosed with cancer…again.  I have since then been trying to figure out the best way to deal with a rather bullying person in my life without hurting anyone…which there’s no way not to.  There was some work drama.  And I think I let an entire punnet of kiwi fruit go bad…

But, I forced myself to realize;  there were some good things in 2013 as well.

1. Started up a drama program for special needs students

-this in itself, was a massive accomplishment as, to be honest.  I’m always a bit worried of my abilities.  But I pushed past them and fucking did it!

2. It was wildly popular, not only that, fun and I got to see a lot of kids gain confidence

-can I just say?  this made all the craziness and stresses from it…WORTH IT!
3. I got my second visa

-YAY!  looks like I’m working on my next
4. While I lost friends,I gained friends

-yep.  There were some devastating blows in that realm.  won’t lie.  However, I also strengthened some friendships and made lots of new ones here!

5. I got to see family, friends and my dog who i hadn’t seen in over a year!

-Let’s just say, the look on your dog’s face when he sees you walk in…unforgettable.  I still miss the wee devil.

6. My relationship with Michael got better and better

-Yes.  I adore the guy to pieces and I think we’re learning how to work together in this relationship pretty well.

7. I got two tattoos that mean so much to me and tell more about me

-I nearly cried upon recieving my thistle.  I’ll say that for now

8. I realized performance goals for the future

-This was a big deal actually.  I was feeling a bit lost.  Once I sussed out what I’d like to do, I got back to imagining and plotting rather than feeling bitter.

9. I got back into Scottish dancing 

-sadly, not enough.  fixing that.

 

I don’t necessarily like the term “resolution” it just seems almost set up to be a bit out of reach and so many people wind up frustrated (I’ve found myself in that rut), but I like to have goals anyway…however, I don’t think I really had any past setting up the drama program…so, when it was finished in October or when I had no work to do…I felt..lost.  So, things I hope to aspire to 

1.) Become more healthy bodywise, mindwise, emotionwise.

2.) make my drama program even better

3.) on that note, balance work/creative time equally and fit in some time for play.

4.) get my arse on stage!!!

5.) Become a better Scottish dancer (step and country)

6.)  Get back to playing violin!

7.) identify and learn to let go of people and things that are toxic…

8.) not worry so much

9.) never let anyone invalidate my emotions.

10.) sketch and blog more!

 

right, that’s all for now…sort of a fluff post.  but that’s what you get after a full day out and wiiiiiiine…

Geeky post: Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special.

 

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Ok, to save from posting any spoilers to facebook…I’m putting my opinions on the blog (plus, I really need to get better at blogging…lots going on!), so if you haven’t seen it, I’m not spoiling

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Okay, so I was up early to watch Doctor Who here in NZ.  Can I mention, it is bloody awesome that for once I was watching Doctor Who at the same time as everyone else (it doesn’t usually air here until a week later).  Anyway, I was super excited for today!

First off, yay!  my theories on John Hurt were correct…I feel so smart.  Anyway, as I’ve learned since hopping aboard this fandom…people either love or hate Moffat.

Before I get to my stance on that, I’ll talk about what I liked!

I loved the interactions between Tennant and Smith as well as John Hurt rolling his eyes at their antics.

And OMG they worked in the Bad Wolf story arch!  I LOVED that arch!  I was wondering how “Rose” was going to effectively be there, but that was a clever way of doing it.

When they save Gallifrey with all the doctors and all the TARDIS’s from each Doctor, I got a bit of giddyness at the shot of Peter Capaldi’s eyes as well as him saying “13”.  Yes, I’m sad to see Matt Smith go, but I am also excited to see Peter Capaldi step in.

Also, OMG!  Tom Baker as the curator, that made the ending awesome!  I also loved the end shot with all the regenerations standing and looking to Gallifrey.

 

Moving on,  things I wasn’t keen on.

Much as I liked HOW Gallifrey was saved…I’m not so keen on the changing history.

But…it’s Moffat.

 

I’m sure I’ll get sonic screwdrivers thrown at me for saying this, but I really find Moffat to be an egomaniac.  His writing is fine, but as a showrunner…I find him to be a bit of a dick.

With the saving of Gallifrey, it feels like he’s taking a crap on Davies work…which some might argue is a good thing (I like Davies…I didn’t care for the romantic shite he put between the Doctor and Rose, but overall I liked his stuff), I don’t.  I actually thought the time war and the resulting catastrophe, really gave definition and shape to The Doctor.  And perhaps, as someone who experienced a devastating loss…well, maybe I found the Doctor a bit relatable in that sense.  I dunno’ I’m waxing a bit psychological there.

Point being, I think the Doctor’s strife and such was just nulled out.  Wheee! happy times now! (however, when the time lords did come back…they were kind of arseholes!)  Seems a bit…of a cop out.  I guess it explains some plot devices and all, but I’m still a bit meh about it.

 

And I’m sorry….I really don’t like Clara.  She is too..perfect and it makes her remarkably…annoying.  Also, her doe-y eyed face at The Doctor bugs me.  I don’t like the romantic crap with companions and The Doctor, it’s unnecessary…I enjoyed Bad Wolf Rose, but not OMGILOVEYOU Rose.  Martha, was too one dimensional in her “love” of the Doctor.  Donna, I loved.  Amy, I loved (I may be biased there), but almost didn’t when she was all “I don’t know about marriage, I want you Doctor”…which is why I liked Rory as well.  Clara just irks me.

 

Anyway, overall.  I enjoyed it and feel a bit special I got to watch history.

Raising awareness shouldn’t be a secret

shh…don’t tell the boys (image from google used on multiple sites)

As the title of this blog suggests…I may need a shot of scotch after this…

warning:  I am going to try to be as dignified as I can with this entry…however, I make NO guarantees (so, any family reading…I may cuss…I’m sorry, but this is heavy on my mind)

It’s that time of the year…

where we ladies of facebook are sent out some asinine meme to “raise awareness about breast cancer”, one year it was our purse color, another year something implying sex in various places of the house.  This year it will be

“I’m traveling to ___________ for __________months” (your birth month has some random as destination…and your birthdate is the number of months.

Oh, and don’t tell the guys. tee hee.

I’m sorry, but…what??

I expose these bloody things every year, in the hopes that I dunno’ maybe this fad will stop?  Maybe, just maybe, people will listen.

I simply do NOT COMPREHEND how this RAISES AWARENESS.  How is posting some random as thing in your status and NOT explaining it tell ANYONE about breast cancer??  Oh, wait…we got the memo on facebook.  so, those who are included in this silly thing know?  But never the guys…

let me say this.  guys are affected by breast cancer too…they can get it, it’s not as common as it is in women, but they can.  Even so, they’re affected in seeing a mother go through treatment, their partners, sisters even daughters.  You can’t tell me this is a girls only club.

“Stop being such a spoil sport”

“It’s just a silly thing”

“You’re no fun”

I’ve heard this from multiple people multiple years when I respond back with my usual “there are better ways to raise awareness, I won’t participate in this”.  you know what?  You’re right.  I’m not “fun” on this.

Breast cancer isn’t fucking fun!

My Grandmother was a breast cancer survivor…

My Great Uncle is a breast cancer survivor…

My Mum is a breast cancer survivor…

(do you realize, this puts me in an incredibly scary position in life?  I check myself every other week or so and in the past year have had 2 breast exams during my immigration physicals)

I lost a dear friend and mentor to breast cancer…

Seeing my Grandmother’s chest (she’d had a double mastectomy during the 60’s), wasn’t fun as a kid.  Seeing her cope with troubles from radiation later also wasn’t “fun”.

I didn’t realize my Great Uncle had breast cancer until I was an adult.  He is one of the funniest men I know, thinking that he and his family went through that..isn’t “fun”.

Seeing a woman who I considered a second mum, a month before her death…she was so different, then having to hold onto a friend while we both cried in the car park of the hospice centre…wasn’t “fun”.

1.11.11 I received a call while I was at work, I knew my mum had a biopsy schedule, but the next 3 words completely devastated me “I have cancer”.  I had been in the process of checking students out with their parents, I went to get a pen when my phone rang…after the news, I hung up on her (I couldn’t fucking handle it), I nearly dropped my phone and was shaking uncontrollably…I went to my boss and tried to remain calm and tell her I needed to be in the office until she asked if I was ok…I broke down in front of dozens of kids and their parents as she took my clipboard and ushered me into the office.

Once in the office, I couldn’t stop crying.  I nearly vomited from how much I was crying.  I was scared, I was sad, I was angry.  None of which was “fun”.

my friends and coworkers came in to comfort me, I was told to leave my car at the theatre as I was in no shape to drive.  I was driven to my friend’s house where she and her boyfriend loaded rum into me, let me talk, scream, cry and get puppy kisses.  I had plans to meet with a friend who didn’t make it to my side of the city very often, I called him and said what had happened.  We still met up at a pizza shop, like always, only as I got there he immediately sprang up and hugged me tight wherein I began bawling again.  in the middle of the shop.  I was also bought lots of beer….I got home and drank even more…and showered, I had a tough time standing up I was so drunk.  I’m surprised I didn’t throw everything up into the toilet.

…then again, I’m Scottish and can handle my liquor fairly well.

…no, seriously…I am actually surprised I didn’t vomit all that liquor back up.

much as I had friends there for me….that night wasn’t “fun”.

I picked myself up the next morning, exhausted and hung over and went back to the theatre to teach.  I didn’t do any makeup..my hair was a mess…I think I was in the same outfit I’d worn the day before.  When my students asked what was wrong.  I sat them down and was honest “My mum was diagnosed with breast cancer yesterday” there were gasps and lots of sorries…we talked a lot about emotions in my group and how to show them and I was very candid saying “I’m sad, I’m angry and most of all I’m scared…and what I need from you guys today is to help me forget for a bit and be happy”.  they did just that.

The next few weeks, we faced mum’s ops, and what was next. My step dad and I had to put on brave faces (when we were both fucking scared). none of which was “fun”.

All of these things were scary.  I admitted to my partner today that I hope he never has to go through any of that with me.

So, when the girls only memes go around and we talk in hushed voices, giggly at the no boys allowed shite…it really feels like a kick in the teeth to those who I know that fought and survived breast cancer.  even moreso, to those who lost the fucking battle.  and it’s a bit of a mockery of the emotions the family members who had to put on those brave faces and be happy while being terrified went through.  men and women.

If you want to raise awareness…TALK ABOUT IT! send care packages to families in need, donate money to the cause. Don’t make it a silly thing…it’s NOT a silly thing.  You know what’s a good way to say you want people to know about it? “hey, you know something?  Breast cancer really sucks. Guys, did you know even you can get it?  Whatever the case, we’ve all been affected in some way by it and it sucks!  You know what? we should donate to the cause”

don’t make this a girls only club.  don’t make it something we laugh at.

Geek Rant: Double Standards

ImageI realize it’s been awhile…let’s just move past that, it’ll be best for us in this blogging relationship (note: I will really try to update more)

So, yesterday was the grand unveiling of the 12th Doctor…in Whovian world, this is a big deal.  And I was…

disappointed.

Not by the actor who was chosen to play the 12th Doctor..I think Peter Capaldi is a great choice!  I loved him in The Thick Of It and can’t wait to see what he’ll bring to the TARDIS.  So, what had me disappointed?

The reaction from female fans.

I was considerably disgusted by my gender yesterday, continuing on into today.

Arguments I’ve heard:

“Whaaa!  He’s too old to be the Doctor!!!” (note: I thought he still looks young for 900+ years old)

“I don’t like him!  Isn’t the Doctor, like, supposed to be hot??”

“He’s old and uuuuuugggglllly!!!”

Um, seriously ladies?

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T….

F?!?!?!

Are you absolultely serious?  I understand it’s difficult to let go of who you adored as the Doctor for so long, I had a hard time when Eccleston left and Tennant came in…in fact, I didn’t like Tennant at first (OMG! Blasphemy!!!), but I eventually grew to like him, when he left and Matt Smith took over the role, it took a long time for him to grow on me.  So, I get that…but saying the new guy isn’t “hot enough” or “young enough”…GET OUT OF MY FANDOM!! (I actually said this at work…made one of the therapists laugh)

Are you really so superficial??  There’s far too many good reasons to watch Doctor Who, rather than this vapid excuse.

Thing is, I hear this double standard often…girls can objectify all they like, but guys not so much.

I like to think I’m a bit feminist, but when it comes down to it I’m an “equalist”.

You hear it all too often, girls get angry at guys when they watch a show for an attractive actress, say a pop star is hot, or a woman in a movie is pretty.

“That’s the only reason he watches the show! God!”

“You don’t even like her music!  Just her tits/ass/skimpy costumes!”

“Ug…he couldn’t stop drooling over [insert movie starlet name here] the entire movie, it was so disgusting.”

yet GIRLS ARE JUST AS BAD!!!  In fact I hear similar from females more often than males now.  What other excuse is there for Twilight? (note: if you enjoy twilight…trust me, this is not a blog you’ll enjoy.) for that matter, boy bands (admittedly, my favorite band…The Beatles, technically started off as a boy band, but they EVOLVED.  When I started listening to them their looks were not on my mind, I just liked the music)

So, now…this has invaded the Whoniverse.  I will admit, I only just got into the series with the reboot (however, I do remember watching Tom Baker episodes with my dad as a kid), so I get accused of not being a real fan…this isn’t to say I don’t plan on going back and watching the old episodes, I do!  Anyway, in seeing the “OMG the new doctor isn’t hot” arguments, I was flat out….

disgusted.

disappointed.

enraged.

I still am actually.  I understand, change is hard.  I really do.  However, you are watching a show where the main character REGENERATES into something new, change is inevitable. If the only reason you are watching the show is for his looks, bugger off.  The show is well written…even Moffatt’s episodes (ok, no…I’m not a huge Moffatt fan…but I can give him some credit 😉 ).  I much more understand the disappointment by some that the doctor isn’t female, that had been a rumor for awhile and it would’ve been an interesting change.

I do hope with the change in the Doctor’s age, it’ll put a kebash on the Doctor/companion romance hints…and maybe I’ll actually LIKE Clara (side note: nope, not keen on the new companion, sorry, just don’t care for her at the mo).