Okay Steven Moffat, you win. I give up. I hate you.
I have long had friends who hated you for your convoluted folding-in-on-themselves-and-never-making-sense plots, for your poor character development, for the things you say in real life. And I’ve been forgiving you for so long because you do a lot of things that I love – Dr. Who, obviously, but also Sherlock and way back in the day Coupling.
Without really having anyone in particular in mind that I would like to play the next Doctor – partially because I’m just not ready to say goodbye to Matt Smith – I had gotten my hopes up about this time the doctor being something other than a white dude. I would have liked to see a person of color. Or a woman. Or a woman of color. Or, I donno, a dog. But it’s been a long time with white dudes considering that the entire premise of the character is that the Doctor regenerate completely – they have different hair color, eye color, accents from various parts of England and according to Neil Gaiman it’s canon that the Doctor is also able to change genders.
So I was already a little disappointed that you picked another white dude. But then you said this idiotic thing: “I like that Helen Mirren has been saying the next doctor should be a woman. I would like to go on record and say that the Queen should be played by a man.” You do realize that you are the show runner of a Sci-Fi series, right? Not a real regenerating alien who you are trying to find a look-alike for in casting.
Then I did some research and it just got worse, and worse and worse. All ladies – both real and fictional – are love-sick, baby-making machines to you.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to keep watching Doctor Who (because I need to see how Islington is doing) but I’m going to be watching it uncomfortably. And hoping that they replace you soon. *Fingers crossed*
Today I finished reading Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling. First off, I would like to state the obvious which is that I love Mindy Kaling (otherwise I wouldn’t have bought the book in the first place). Also, I skimmed it before I bought it so there was really no question of whether I would like it or not.
Tangent: I sometimes wonder how bookstore employees feel about how long it takes me to decide about the books I will buy. Or won’t. I used to work at Half Price Books where as long as they were not crazy ranting or trying to find out where I lived, I thought all the customers were pretty cool. But I wonder if working at a regular bookstore is different. I always put the ones I decide against back in their proper home! I try not to be a pest! I will sit on the floor though if there are no chairs… But I will feel bad about it. Slightly.
It’s hard not to compare this book to Bossypants (by the uhg-so-amazing Tina Fey, which you have hopefully already read because it is important). There is generally a lot of overlap between the two books and the two women who wrote them’s lives: They are both lady comedians. They both lived in New York. They both did SNL. They both had/have their own show (although Kaling’s, I guess, hadn’t started by the time she wrote the book since she doesn’t include it). They both love Amy Poehler and mention it repeatedly. Which was an added benefit to both their books for me, because I love Amy Poehler too – not just for Parks and Rec but also for Smart Girls at the Party and just general badassery.
In conclusion, I really enjoyed the book. I’m going to give it to a friend of mine who is about to move to New York as both a guide to what to expect (things are expensive, it is cold, etc.) and a reminder that she is awesome even if it takes the city of New York a little while to realize that. The book talks a lot about Kaling’s life before she became famous. I think it’s because those things are naturally funnier to everyone than being super-famous and great-at-life. We can all relate to being an awkward child but not necessarily to how annoying it probably is to have people ask you for an autograph.
PS: Amy Poehler, write a book already so I can write more great things about you! Jeez.