Post by nucleusofswarm on Jul 14, 2018 0:42:26 GMT
You know, when I was originally going to write this thread, I had a whole screed ready. I was going to go to town on the tired, lazy arguments of 'those fans', the ones eptomised by the Levines, the maulporrises, the B.T.s (Broadchurch sanctifies wemen, guys!) who see political boogeymen where there is simply a difference in opinion; About how phenomenally tone-deaf and disrespectful a sentence like some over-enthused positive twitter reactions to Jodie was equal to real lfie abuse and violence; how selling your merch on Ebay wouldn't change the Beeb's mind on anything; about how silly complaining about 'politics' is in a show that has villains like Daleks, Cybermen and Silurians.
I don't like being roped in to defend a Doctor and actress whom I haven't seen, and a showrunner whose plans I don't know, and yet, it kept happening.
But you know what? I can't. I just can't anymore. I don't have it in me to get that kind of angry on geekdom anymore.
Instead, I will say this: these people serve as a reminder of what happens when you tie your identity, your sense of self-worth, to entertainment. When you confuse your voluntary purchase of goods with somehow said goods creators owing you a personal, individualized debt and a right to dictate the property's course, always expecting works of fiction to pat you on the head, say you're a good little boy for always buying paper and plastic, it can only lead to tears. These are people who have used a franchise all about courage, self-determination, hope and facing your fears, as an excuse to run away from their problems, their faults, their demons. Worse, they've taken those faults and amplified them as they shriek for clicks and views in tedious, tiresome diatribes in written or video form, reading into what isn't there. They never truly grew past hiding behind the sofa, in more ways than one.
The sad downside to Capaldi's era was it acted as validation to them: everything about how he was packaged and sold at first was meant to make these guys happy and give that sweet, sweet drug of validation and nostalgia. When Jodie came along, before they even saw a frame of performance or even knew who she actually was as an actress, they discounted her. They were never going to give her a chance because, apparently, whiney rainbow-haired college liberals were a bigger threat to Who's survival than declining ratings, poor marketing or a storytelling mentality that, again, had been leaning harder and harder on nostalgia and lore, driving away a casual audience that, like it or not, we need to keep having all our cool toys. Oh, the irony of hugboxes and safe spaces...
I think fandom is a wonderful, lovely, joyous thing. On this forum alone we have so many different, clever and drastically different people who all bring something interesting to the table. I think most here and elsewhere are either excited, curious or indifferent to what's going on and know where they stand. Some dislike Jodie for entirely understandable, informed reasons, even. That's healthy discussion and critical argument. Obviously, it shouldn't just be yes-men. But the people above are not that. Don't hate them: I don't. I pity them: maybe have not had the right person there to steer them to a better life philosophy, and this is the only way they can let out whatever 'it' may be. And I know they'll just dig deeper and deeper into that misguided anger until that's all that's left, but the optimist (or fool) in me hopes maybe, just maybe, without the show there for them anymore, maybe they can start down that new road. Or rewatch Who and actually listen this time.
Do I pretend to change minds or reach out to them with this? No. I just felt like getting this boulder, which had been growing for a while, off my chest before the Chibnall Marketing Machine starts going into overdrive next week and we can start talking about something meatier and, hopefully, far happier. He had my curiousity for months: let's see if the acne-faced kid from Open Air can earn my full interest.