Post-Doctor Who Fandom, And How To Do It

A couple of years ago, I did a 45 minute talk on the subject of Doctor Who for the local community group – 50 or 60 pensioners in an off-white church hall, on a sweltering June afternoon. I laid out the action figures and books, prepared a PowerPoint with video clips – and, for the sake of posterity, stuck the whole thing on the blog. It was all going swimmingly until the end, when one of the church elders got up to do his Thought For The Day segment. He read from Ezekiel – a fiery vision of the Glory of God – then and said “Yes, well, Doctor Who doesn’t really compare, does it?”

At the time, I resented this. It felt like the bit at the end of a youth club meeting where you’ve watched the Star Wars film and then the group leader reminds everyone that none of it’s real and then we have a prayer. It seemed unnecessarily… parental, this reminder that Doctor Who was ‘only a television programme’. Patronising, even: a way of drawing a line that I was apparently unable to draw myself – stating the obvious and reminding everyone that it was, despite everything else, a church group; that there was only one thing that any of us ought to be worshipping, and he didn’t come with his own TARDIS.

30 months down the line, I’ve come to the inescapable conclusion that it was something I probably needed to hear. Because there was an obsessiveness about my enthusiasm for Who. It was getting in the way of things. John Levene, incidentally, far prefers the word ‘enthusiast’ to ‘fan’. “Fan is derived from ‘fanatic’,” he says, “and I don’t think that’s a nice way to describe people who love Doctor Who”. He’s right, in the same way that ‘knuckle-dragging neo Nazi’ isn’t a nice way to describe Nick Griffin. The absence of pleasantries bear no reflection on the accuracy of a statement.

William S. Burroughs talks about the Naked Lunch moment – “a frozen moment,” he says, “when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork”. Broadly speaking, time stops and you suddenly become embarrassingly aware of your context; it’s the instant and uncomfortable realisation that what you are doing is ridiculous. It would be lovely to regale you with an anecdote here, the sort of testimony that would neatly encapsulate a sea change, allowing us to finish the article at a few hundred words instead of a few thousand. But there have been no such epiphanies on my personal trail. It’s a collection of moments, a gradual erosion of obsession so that it becomes something different. If I tried hard enough, I could give you some milestones, but that wouldn’t make it interesting.

Here’s the point: I have, just shy of 40, reached the point where I’m no longer really a fan of Doctor Who. It’s nothing to do with not enjoying it. I still tune in every Saturday with purpose, and buy the books and read the articles and watch old stories with my children, and I spend far too long on video mashups and poorly Photoshopped memes, and I have been known to take the action figures on excursions so I can take pictures of them on location. No, you cannot see the pictures. Even my vanity has its limits.

But something has changed. It’s still a hobby, but it’s no longer any more than that. I no longer care about it as I once did – about the show or its future. I’m no longer in the place where I’m actively worrying about the direction the chief writer takes, about casting choices, about whether it’ll be cancelled. I’m happy for it to ride its course and take it an episode at a time – and while this may be something that many people do already, there are a significant number who don’t, and I recognise much of myself in the people I speak to online. There was an abyss there that I almost toppled into. And my purpose today is to explain that taking a step back might be the best thing for all of us.

Still, paragraphs of personal introspection might not be the best way of doing it, so let’s have a list. Lists are helpful. We can break this down into a series of inconvenient truths, and this is how we shall proceed. I do not expect you to agree with everything on this list: it is not a scientific theorem that relies on unity and progression in order to function. It is a collection of bullet points, adding up to a rough total. If you find yourself nodding at three or four of these, that’s probably enough.

Here we go.

1. Doctor Who sometimes isn’t very good

I was in a podcast recently which talked about a particular scandal that recently took place in the offices of Doctor Who Magazine. We won’t go into the specifics of that just now – you probably know the story, although if you don’t it makes for entertaining reading – but one thing that arose from the discussion was a sense of frustration at DWM’s penchant for sycophancy. “I often find Doctor Who Magazine a very irritating read,” said Simon Danes, “because it’s fawning adulation of a lot of mediocrity, a lot of the time… If you’re just going to say that every bit of tosh that is whammed out as season filler in Capaldi Doctor Who is the most wonderful piece of television produced on any planet anywhere ever, it just becomes silly.”

There is a lot of truth to this. The path to mediocrity begins very firmly with the mindset change resulting from persistent sycophancy: it is the reason that Michael Jackson’s final albums were such a disaster. When you surround yourself with Yes Men, you run the risk of believing your own hype (atheists would say that this is precisely what happened to Jesus, but let’s not go there). Of course not everything is brilliant. Doctor Who would be utterly dreadful if it was – and Steven Moffat agrees, suggesting that “Perfection is the refinement of boredom.”

Surely most sensible people know this; nevertheless there is a pattern of unnecessary praise. For example, Heaven Sent is – for the most part – a very good episode. Hell Bent is not. It is uneven and overblown and its climax needlessly mute (the series finale is, quite literally, two people deciding whether or not to press down on a piece of plastic). I’m going to get ripped apart in the comments for that, but you will have your own pet hates that I probably enjoy, so let’s agree to disagree and for the sake of the argument say that I’m objectively correct. The point is this: it is possible to enjoy one and not the other. That is the nature of the programme – something that is never afraid to untie the boat and give it a cautious push – or, if you like, to mix the chemicals in the lab. “Every episode of Doctor Who is an experiment,” says Moffat, “and if you experiment every single week, sometimes you get a face full of soot and you’re blinking the smoke away and you look a bit ridiculous; that happens.”

By and large, I don’t think this is a lesson that the fans really need to learn. But is certainly something that journalists need to learn, within moderation. There is a certain amount of palm greasing that needs to be done if you want to stay on the BBC’s good side, but there is also room for integrity and honesty. We need to be able to criticise without fear of repercussion, and without the need to justify ourselves afterwards. There is also the need for the fans to acknowledge that entertainment journalists do, with certain unnamed exceptions, mostly know what we’re talking about. We watch a hell of a lot of TV. If we think something is awful ask yourself whether we might actually be onto something.

2. Historically, a lot of Doctor Who probably wasn’t very good

I recently went back to An Unearthly Child. It’s very easy to forgive it its multiple sins because of what it went on to achieve. But An Unearthly Child is one-part-brilliance to three-parts-dreariness, primitive man rendered in a series of grunts and cliches and an obsession with meat. I’m not blaming Anthony Coburn; he probably did the best he could under the circumstances. Cavemen stories aren’t big business, historically speaking, because it’s very difficult to actually do a piece of drama where no one could really speak properly, at least in a medium that more or less depended upon it.

The situation dramatically improves when we reach The Daleks, but it’s a fallacy to suggest that An Unearthly Child was a simple case of the production team trying to find its feet. There are plenty of blips along the way. The Gunfighters isn’t very good. It’s nothing to do with the demands of a different audience, or the short turnaround time, or the limited resources of the BBC design department. It just isn’t very good. Nor is The Monster of Peladon. Nor is Warriors From The Deep. Nor, for that matter, is Timelash, although it’s not quite as bad as everyone says it is. And yet there are people out there who will not hear a word against it: for whom the idea of a bad story – any bad story – is as alien a concept as the Doctor himself. “There are no bad stories,” I’m told, repeatedly, usually by the same people who tell me there are no bad companions, and that you can’t possibly be a real fan if you don’t consider every incarnation your own personal favourite.

But perhaps we can go further. Perhaps we can say that not only is there categorically and undeniably such a thing as a bad story, there were actually quite a lot of them. And perhaps that needn’t be a bad thing. Because we get awfully shirty when we start defending the bad stories – we’ll start harping on that that they’re from a different time, that there is still much goodness in there… look, there isn’t much goodness at all in Time and the Rani, is there? It’s nobody’s fault (except Pip and Jane, but I don’t want to speak ill of the dead); it’s just one of those stories that doesn’t work. But there are scores of people – believe me – that will argue the exact opposite, not necessarily because they can defend the plodding narrative and god-awful screaming but simply because it’s against their principles to dislike any Doctor Who story, even if it’s MeglosDoctor Who is a series that has become obsessed with its own legacy and it’s tempting to look at every adventure in the canon as playing a vital part in building that up. But what if it wasn’t? What if most of it was just filler, mindless Saturday teatime entertainment for the masses? Would that be such a terrible thing?

3. It’s entirely possible to love Doctor Who too much

Let’s be clear about something. There’s nothing wrong with having a hobby, taking up an interest or loving something with a passion. Doctor Who owes much of its longevity to a dedicated fan base who believed in it when everyone else had more or less given up; how far would Russell T. Davies have got had he not had the weight of 14 years of novels, conventions, and Big Finish releases? It is an easy thing to scoff at fans and whatever you’re about to read, I really don’t want to be doing that. It’s the fans that keep the money coming in. Were it not for the fans we wouldn’t have a show, for better or worse, and I wouldn’t have a job.

At the same time, there is a level of intensity about fandom that is becoming increasingly unnerving. A few weeks back, I encountered a thread on a Facebook group that perplexed and concerned me in equal measure: a young woman afraid to indulge Jodie Whittaker because, to paraphrase her own words, she’d been watching since the age of 5 and was genuinely concerned that her favourite show would no longer be fun. She wasn’t unpleasant or even particularly judgemental, but she was deeply worried.

It’s not just Doctor Who. I’ve read BuzzFeed articles about Harry Potter parties and Disney events that have me scratching my head. Owls and sorting hats and Let It Go singalongs. There are fans who visit King’s Cross Station on a day in September to mark an event that never happened in a place that doesn’t exist, populated by Arthurian wannabes who aren’t real. These aren’t 9-year-olds. Most of them aren’t even teenagers. These are people in their 20s and 30s who frankly ought to know better. They claim to have been stiffed by their parents but seem to have plenty of money to indulge in cosplay (terminology I adopt with the greatest reluctance; in my day, we called it ‘dressing up’). They baffle me, but I have learned the hard way not to engage with them.

Still, the Whoniverse is a comfort zone, and that is where our focus lies. Typically, we reserve our scorn and contempt for the fans who have memorised every episode, the ones with an encyclopaedic knowledge of continuity; the people who are more like Ian Levine than even Ian Levine can manage (for pity’s sake don’t tell him – he’ll start another Twitter rant). The ones who’ll tell you that there is only one correct way of watching the classics (beginning to end, in strict order, including recons); that Colin Baker was highly underrated. They’re half right.

But there’s another type of fan. Most bizarrely – and, potentially, most dangerously – there are the types who genuinely seem to live in hope that the TARDIS will land in their back gardens and spirit them away from their wretched, miserable lives. This is not me judging. This is the way these people see themselves, and it is an unnerving place to be. There is an ostrich mentality to this, a need to run away from your life by burying yourself in an impossible scenario, and if it sounds like I’m drastically overthinking this, let me tell you I’m speaking from bitter experience. There is harmless daydreaming and then there is the reckless fugue state of denial. I have lived in the shadow of this desperate clutch for escapism – although in my case it had nothing to do with Who – and I have found it wanting.

We can blame at least some of this on social media – on the entire concept of social media. My mother thinks that Facebook has made the world a nastier place, an argument I refute utterly. It’s not that having these things has changed us; it’s just that we’ve changed and modified them to reflect the people we always were: what man is in need of he makes his God, and there was an apparent need among the fan community for a shared space in which you can have a decent bitching session. It’s not surprising and it’s not news, but it is suddenly and alarmingly public, particularly in an age of lazy journalism where a Tweet can make a headline. In that regard, Facebook and Reddit and Twitter are the equivalent of looking down behind you during a bowel movement. You always knew what was going on, and had a reasonable idea of how it worked, but now you’re faced with all the ins and outs in grisly detail, and it is not a pretty sight. Still. Having discovered those ins and outs, you can hardly be expected not to tinker – and it’s probably all right to do so, provided you always wash your hands afterwards.

4. We might enjoy Doctor Who more if we learned to love it less

Years ago, I did an internal management interview. I didn’t want the job. I knew I wasn’t really up to the job. But I went for it anyway – we all did – and thought that if nothing else I’d get interview experience. Something wonderful happened: I actually enjoyed it. The pressure was off. I was able to gain good things from the challenges they set me, knowing that I was far behind the leaders, and thus feeling no obligation to micro-manage myself. In Olympic terms, I was Eddie the Eagle.

Doctor Who isn’t so different. If you’re not worrying about whether it’s going to live up to your expectations you can find far more to appreciate in each episode. Fear Her is the perfect example: a strange, not entirely successful story with some ridiculous singing, but it’s all I can do not to break into applause when David Tennant mounts that podium. Journey To The Centre of the TARDIS is utterly dreadful, but it is also imaginative and occasionally very pretty. And Death In Heaven… actually, Death In Heaven is sh*t. Sorry, even I have to draw the line somewhere.

It seems all-too-obvious, but it isn’t. There was another thread I encountered the other week that spoke to me: a young woman who was finding herself unable to sleep because – and I swear I’m not making this up – she was worrying that the show she loved so much was never going to be as good again. So fierce was her devotion that the prospect of anything marring it (a new Doctor, in this case) was enough to get her into a panic. For the most part, people were sympathetic. I confess that I was not. I told her, in plain and simple terms, that she needed to get out more – not in the jocular, mildly insulting fashion in which that phrase is generally applied, but as a serious suggestion. “If your life is truly defined in these terms,” I remember saying, “then you need something else in it.”

I wouldn’t mind but she’s a recurring theme: a whole subset of fans who are so paranoid about whether or not they’ll enjoy the new material that they find it impossible to actually enjoy anything, Doctor Who related or otherwise. It’s sweet, in a way, but it’s not healthy. It’s religious devotion taken to an extreme. Enough, I say. Enough.

5. Sometimes, less is more

Consider Charlie Bucket. Until the age of 9 or 10, Charlie Bucket received only one bar of chocolate a year. He teased it out so that it lasted a month. Meanwhile, Bavarian stereotype and cardiac patient in waiting Augustus Gloop stuffed bar after bar into his mouth until he could barely taste them, purely out of habit. I have been Augustus Gloop. I once ate seven chocolate bars in the space of a single afternoon. These days I have no more than one or two a week. I enjoy them a lot more.

Back on topic: it’s no great secret that at the end of Series 9, I was suffering from burn-out, and I remain one of the few people who welcomed the news of the 2016 sabbatical with something approaching relief. I was convinced that a year off was a good decision; that it would rejuvenate things. You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone, and with a certain sense of naivety I envisaged a world of fans who’d learned to appreciate what they had, the same way we did in 2005. I wanted Capaldi’s swansong season to storm the barracks, but as the argument over ratings continues to shamble along with no clear resolution in sight, the jury is still out as to whether this actually turned out to be the case. “No one plays Doctor Who in the playground anymore,” I’m told, repeatedly. “The Reddit threads are practically empty. People just aren’t interested.”

Did the year off do the show more harm than good? That’s a road we won’t travel, at least not today. But it certainly did me good. With one or two exceptions (step forward, Pyramid at the End of the World), I enjoyed Series 10 more than I have any Doctor Who series in years. There are a number of reasons for this, and they’re not all to do with the quality of writing, which has remained inconsistent. The bottom line is that I learned, somewhere along the hard road, to cut the show a little slack. I learned to appreciate what we have, rather than pining for American-length series where everything is written by a committee. And most of all, I learned to wait. And if I can manage that, so can everyone else.

I don’t know where we go from here. I’ve read back over everything I’ve written and am trying to work out whether it’s a seismic shift in thinking or the ramblings of an ageing idiot. I suspect it’s neither. Perhaps it straddles the line between sense and sensibility. Perhaps a line is the wrong way of looking at it. Perhaps the gap between extremes of fandom is more like a chasm, and I’m wandering along the bottom, kicking up the dust and shouting into the silence like a prophet, or the sort of crazed madman you cross the street to avoid. Perhaps I’m right about this, or perhaps I’m so wide of the mark that the whole exercise was pointless. Or somewhere in the middle. Pick one.

The book of Revelation details dictated messages to seven churches. Some are doing well; others are facing hardships. The worst rebuke is spared for the Church of Laodicea, whose material comfort has resulting in its members lapsing into apathy, managing to be neither hot nor cold. “How I wish you were one or the other!” says the Messiah. “So because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I am going to spit you out of my mouth.” It is the same sort of damning indictment that we could level against so much contemporary Christianity, and it is with uncomfortable tones and awkward, shifting postures that we read these words in today’s climate.

I opened, you will remember, with a testimony about treating Doctor Who like some sort of religion, but regardless of how the conversation proceeded, it’s dangerous to draw the parallel too closely. Obsessive Who fandom is tiresome, depressing, and sometimes irritating as hell – but it’s Mostly Harmless. It’s a TV show. It’s fun and silly and loved by many, but its impact on the lives people actually lead is probably minimal. Still, here’s what I’ve been telling you, the fans, and most of all myself: it’s OK – no it really is OK – to not love Doctor Who too much. It’s OK if it doesn’t make you cry. It’s OK if the show isn’t as good as it used to be. And it’s OK to be moderate in your views.

At the risk of blowing our own trumpet with some volume, Simon Danes (yes, him again) recently produced a wonderful piece of work for the DWC that said everything I’ve been thinking about fandom over the past few months, applied to one specific area. Moderation runs through his words like a — I was going to say like a rash, but that’s a negative image and I will thus leave it to you to fill in that blank. “I don’t have any strong views,” he says at least once. “We’ll see,” he says elsewhere. Measured restraint, reasoned appreciation, and sensible discussion. The title of his article, if you hadn’t already noticed, is ‘Cautiously Welcoming Jodie’.

So perhaps that’s what happens next. Perhaps the only way to move forwards is to detach from fandom: to accept that Doctor Who is not a great show, but nonetheless an enjoyable one, and one that must be savoured but only up to a point. We can’t allow passion to get in the way – that’s the sort of explanation football hooligans use in their defence statements. We can’t allow our love of the show to act as an excuse for the horrible things we say and think and sometimes write down and sell. Passion is understandable, but compassion is better. And perhaps the only way to get to compassion is to embrace the show in its wider context by holding the people who create and act in and write about Doctor Who – and yes, that includes the fans – in a higher regard than we do the programme itself. And perhaps then we can go back to this ridiculous, tinpot science fiction show – a show that, it may be argued, is well past its prime, but one that we love and hate and embrace and reject all at the same time – and learn to view it, much like the regenerated Doctor, with new eyes.

  • Captain Cravat

    A massive round of applause for this. After being a massive fan (bordering on it being a bit too much at times, but it did get me through some hard and bleak times) I have come to a similar position over the last year. Mine came from the twin realisation that there are now series that I simply enjoy more than Doctor Who and that in the wake of the 13th Doctor announcement a very vocal portion of the ‘fanbase’ are little better than cesspit especially if you’re not a fan of the upcoming changes.

    I will always have a special place for it and will pick at the classic series and bits and pieces of Big Finish but I’m largely done with the series going forward. I saw the Christmas special as a series finale due to the call back to tenth planet. I’m seeing what is coming next as a different new series that I will give the same three episode chance to impress me.

  • Mack59

    Thank you for sharing some common sense in this article, I saw the first episode in ’63 and watched most of the episodes till the early 80’s as I felt that JNT’s vision of the show wasn’t to my taste. There are things that I’ve liked and things that I’ve disliked in the revived series but by not having high expectations I’ve found that on the whole I still enjoy watching it but it would not be the end of the world if it was “rested” for a couple of years.

  • The Lazy Womble

    I have a vague recollection (which means I cannot be bothered to find the book and look it up) that in one of the Twentieth Anniversary books the then President of the American Dr Who Fan Club talked about the programme being a good way to live a life. No. It is not. It is a programme that I have loved and may love again. It creates communities of like (or vaguely similar) minded people (such as this one). Even when my love for the programme has been deepest, it has never been a way to live a life. It is entertainment. It is a momentary means of stepping to one side of live. And that is important and it is worthwhile. But let’s keep a sense of perspective.

    Twentieth Anniversary was also around the time the word “Whovian” was coined. Grrrrr!

  • Robert Carnegie

    I love Doctor Who but somehow these days I don’t often have time actually to watch it. (Record, yes, of course.) But I don’t think it’s wrong to enjoy it when it’s being less successful at some times than others. Otherwise you would just be not enjoying something that you could enjoy, and why do that? And for most of us, it basically comes free.

    As for sycophancy…… I think I noticed more with Jonathan Ross as BBC film reviewer than with the late Barry Norman that a film’s creators would be interviewed with warm appreciation, followed at once when they were off-screen by the host’s contrastingly discouraging objective review of the work. On the other hand, Barry Norman used to do a year’s review in which he cordially praised productions that I thought I distinctly remembered him apparently not liking at all when they were on. I suppose at least that saved me money on cinema admission.

    I think what I want to say is that it’s easier to not like a thing than to like it, but it’s also less pleasing.

    Where I mostly find myself less well pleased with Who is when it goes into absurd fantasy – like when the monster stole faces, leaving people with plain smooth skin on the fronts of their heads but otherwise not troubled by needing to breathe or eat or drink. Or with the sonic screwdriver now basically a magic wand that the Doctor can wave to do anything. Or… oh, lots of things.

    But anyway, it is for children. It really is. It hit home with me when “Voyage of the Damned” was teasing that Kylie Minogue would be the new regular companion, and I had adult reasons for being confident that she wouldn’t. So I was pushed out of enjoying the story. Not that children “enjoyed” what happened to her instead, I expect.

    But I’m an adult and I love it too.

  • Liam

    Sometimes I have the awful suspicion that Doctor Who is split about 50/50 between awful and great. It’s good to take a step back and view is slightly objectively. I am hopeful for the future though, bring on Jodie.

  • egyptian bar

    Thank You James. I will read this again slowly but want to say that first.
    Does it say anything about my own lack of obsessive fandom that I have not yet watched Twice U a Time again? I probably will get around to rewatching, but it’s not important.
    But WHO is important, culturally. I maintain, with Matthew Sweet, that ‘Doctor Who is about something, it really is.’ Yes, it’s just entertainment, yes it’s often poor or let down by something or pressurised by something else. But underneath it has some worthwhile – and unique – attitudes to life, role-models and adventure which kids of all ages can enjoy and seek to emulate. I don’t live for those times when WHO really hits the spot and creates something magical, iconic and sublime, though I celebtate those times when it does.
    Anyone with a genuine religious faith must feel both saddened and slightly challenged by the fact that people have found so little to give them hope that they turn WHO (or Trek, or Potter) into a pseudo-religion, and defend even the worst of it with a manic, misplaced devotion.
    However, the Fandamentalists are right about one thing; Colin Baker was highly underrated.

  • Rick714

    Well first, you do sound a bit obsessed if you actually did a PowerPoint with action figures for the elderly. Know your audience. The elderly usually won’t give a crap about this stuff, especially action figures. I’m 55 and I love DW and action figures (the well sculpted ones anyway)–but I’m an anomaly. And an illustrator.

    Secondly, since you’ve had a moment of clarity that you should settle down on the whole subject, welcome to the next stage of fandom. But at the same time, make sure you don’t start to break bad on the show just because you’ve realized that there’s good and bad just like any other show. With 55 years of history, it’s inevitable and those with the proper insight have realized the ’80’s era of the show sucked for some time now. But it’s kind of the reverse of the other eras where, in the ’80’s, it was mostly crap but with some gems hidden in there.

    Thirdly, you’re probably over-thinking the whole thing a bit–again, I’ve been there. As time goes by and one gets older, there are other things that become far more important than this beautiful, crazy, goofy, show. It’s natural. Kids, work, life itself must take precedent.

    At one point, I came to the rather sober realization that one day I shall die and Doctor Who will survive me. There will be a continuation of the greatest tv show in the history of the world and I will not live to see it. This notion saddens me greatly. Not much to do about it really but appreciate it while it and I are both here.

    Meanwhile, there will be millions of other fans who will love it, live for it, hate it, go too far, get too obsessive about it, rail against any new development, all reactions across the spectrum. Such is the honor and curse of being a fan of Doctor Who. Oh and “fan” is not a dirty word and Levine should get over himself.

    • reverend61

      To give that afternoon chat a little context, Rick, it’s a group for older people in the church next door: some are in their seventies or eighties but many of them are your age, or perhaps a little older. Most of them remember Doctor Who and a great many of them used to watch it – some of them still do! The action figures were set up purely to brighten up the display (and didn’t feature in the presentation at all) and I categorically wouldn’t have suggested this topic if I hadn’t thought there’d be some interest. I certainly was obsessed – a point you may have missed – but I don’t think I can be accused of not knowing my audience.

  • Planet of the Deaf

    A few points…

    1) There have always been better stories and worse stories in the show’s history,and always will be. Loving a show has never meant complete “obedience”, in the same way that supporting a football team doesn’t mean that you can’t criticise rubbish performances and players!

    2) Everyone has different tastes. Personally I much preferred S9 to S10 which I found a bit underwhelming, but that’s just my opinion, which is no more or less valid than your’s. Collective polls are a little more scientific in terms of judging stories, as long as the sample is of a decent size and not biased

    3) SOME PEOPLE TAKE THE SHOW TOO SERIOUSLY

    It’s not real life, it’s just and always has been just a TV show, and one often made in a rush with tiny budgets. Some of the the extreme reactions to the prospect of a female Doctor on both sides have been to me slightly disturbing, including the way Peter Davison was treated for expressing perfectly reasonable opinions, whether you agree with him or not.

    If people choose not to watch S11 because of Jodie then fair enough. If people are massively enthused about S11 because of Josie, then also fair enough. Just please don’t equate the casting choice of an actor to play a TV character with genuinely progressive decisions that have affected women in real life.

  • Kathryn O’Connor

    I myself still love the show but lately have been fed up with fanboys in Who, Trek and Star Wars. I used to love them but they’ve been insufferable these past few months and got worse between Last Jedi and Who’s recent christmas special.

  • James Lomond

    James I’ll come back and read the whole thing in the next few days but I’d like to quickly say… “Yes, well, Doctor Who doesn’t really compare, does it?”… what an unkind, unnecessary and snearing thing to say. In fact it was downright nasty.

  • Insidiatore

    Thanks, I concur with what others said in that it’s a good article. Congratulations.

    I loved your point 3, which has bugged me for months, now. It is indeed possible to love the show too much, even to the point of obsession. The ‘fandom’ has always been steadfast over the years to the point of being a bit nerdy if I’m honest. There’s nothing too wrong with that in principle. Take Marvel comics, which has a similar long standing interest in its work. They’re something I used to read decades ago, but I don’t doubt many of those who read them alongside me still do, even now. The difference for me is over what Who has become for its fans and makers over the years.

    There now seems to be a febrile, hyper sensitive atmosphere clinging to the show like a fog. When someone like Peter Davison has to give up social media, because of the flak being hosed up by ‘fandom’ all over his expressing a ‘non message’ tweet you know people have lost their minds. It seems a bit sick to me. Even the BBC has called out critics of its casting choices as misogynistic haters who need to “get over themselves”. Really? Isn’t it just supposed to be entertainment? We’re now in a position where fans are almost forced to take a political position. They’re either for the casting or against it and everyone retreats into their bunkers. There are people who won’t hear a word said against it no matter how bad some work in it, a point well made elsewhere in the article. There are others who can’t say a good word. In the real world things aren’t so straightforward.

    In the end your other point about the Church of Laodicea was telling. I find I’ve been turned off by the whole circus, made lukewarm if you like and if the ‘Christ of Who’ were to come to me now he would undoubtedly “spit me out”. I don’t want to find every Monday morning after an episode that I turn up a fan site only to find the same old battle lines being drawn up and war rehearsed, as usual. The truth is that it’s a TV show. Like Davison, I don’t need the bile of the Twittermob. For that reason I’ve put it away for good. Perhaps it’s time for it finish, now?

  • kwijino

    James, well said. I know where you are with this. 15 years back, I followed each actor, did the local Doctor Who fan club newsletter monthly, and argued each episode on the forums. Bout two years ago, I gave up the newsletter. Not much new was coming out, and I was feeling about where you are now. The show has declined, not just because of its preachiness, but because it does really stupid episodes like _Sleep No More_ which is parody… sentient eye gunk from when you are sleeping?

    I haven’t seen the Christmas special, but from a review I understand they made the First Doctor suddenly think women are only good for making tea, which is at odds with my knowledge of the show, where Bill Hartnell loved Carole Anne Ford as his own granddaughter and the his character never treated Barbara as mentally feeble over gender. He looked down on her and Ian for being 20th century humans at first, yes, but that made sense and he soon got over even that. But now, the Doctor now…. has to overcome…. His former Misogyny! by becoming gasp! A woman. Oy Vey!

    Similarly, I have had to let go of Star Wars. Years of story that I followed (Mara Jade, the twins) are gone because Disney is now also making it up as they go along. Kevin Smith pointed out that The Last Jedi has a lot of “screw you Abrams” moments in it, where he took the story that has been set up in TFA and tossed it out like a certain flash attachment over one’s shoulder. I actually enjoyed the movie overall, but yeah, it’s flawed and like you are saying, unlike the Prequels that gave us the amazing Clone Wars series, the new Star Wars films are “I liked em… if you didn’t, fine” for me.

    • Insidiatore

      Thanks, good point. Well done for the word “preachiness” – that’s exactly the problem.

      Your recollection of Hartnell is the same as mine. He wasn’t a patroniser towards women. He did seem dangerous, because you couldn’t trust his motives and yes, he was dismissive of all humans, men or women equally. I watched the entire first series half in love with the character because my imagination was so fired up while at the same time on tenterhooks all the time wondering if these three ‘kidnapped’ humans would ever get home! Twenty-first century Who has tried to rewrite all that. We’re definitely being ‘sermonized’ to. It’s that type of thing that ruins art in any form. Treating your punters like idiots who need to be told what to think is insulting apart from anything. I for one really don’t need to turn on my telly to receive the message delivered from on high at the BBC. Instead, I can go and watch Netflix or something else with more imagination in it, which is just what I do now.

  • ColeBox

    Yep, I nodded… But I’ve already reached the realisation that the show has not been as important to me as it used to be. In a strange way, I kind of yearn for the days when I first got into Doctor Who: when old episodes were not accessible (except for Target novelisations), if you missed an episode it stayed missed (unless you were lucky enough to have it repeated the following summer), Doctor Who Weekly (latterly Monthly) gave vintage and especially missing stories a kind of mythical status and merchandise was very thin on the ground.

    • egyptian bar

      52 – tick (next month actually, but hey, it’s close)
      only bought DVDs and Big Finish – tick
      and Lego – tick
      Went to a couple of conventions but can’t get into obsessive fandom – tick
      drop in here every day – tick
      open mind about Jodie – tick
      Paul McGann excitement – several million ticks (treated myself to Doom Coalition for Christmas 🙂 🙂 🙂
      One’s never alone with a clone.

      • ColeBox

        Haha! Thank you for that :o)
        I wonder how other people think of me in terms or my fandom: thanks to Christmas, I’ve now got two copies of Shada on Blu-ray…

  • Robin Bland

    “It’s only a TV show.” Yes, it is. And we all get jaded about things we love. That’s okay, too. Doctor Who isn’t a metaphor for life, and it’s certainly not the basis for a religion. It’s escapist, detailed fun, an ongoing story authored by many that continually invents its own myth. It’s also the jumping-off point for all kinds of creativity that lead many – shall we call them fans, or enthusiasts? – to other paths in life, and that’s not to be sniffed at. All things disappoint, and sometimes after that comes the tendency to recontextualise and reevaluate, especially if we’re able to keep an open mind and heart (Doctor Who taught me that, in a roundabout sort of way). Bravo for making an article about your own recovery from self-imposed rules and behaviours. Welcome to a whole new world of perceptions and discovery.

  • The Lazy Womble

    Actually I have no problem with the word “fan”. Useful things, fans. They move air about and keep things cool.

    • Insidiatore

      Pithy…

      • The Lazy Womble

        Thank you 🙂

  • reTARDISed

    Many thanks for this article. My period of fanaticism (essentially buying DWM and selected Target paperbacks; joining DWAS) lasted from about 1981 (Five Faces season on BBC2) to about 1986. Thereafter, I relaxed and let it wash over me much more. Something certainly happened in the late 1980s, when I was at University: the people in our college JCR TV room were from a somewhat restricted demographic, shall we say (often to be seen practising juggling or riding round Cambridge on a unicycle). It was often more entertaining to watch them, rather than what was on screen. When the programme returned in 2005, I could afford to take each episode at a time: some were good, some were not, and many were average. I’m now happy simply to be interested in the ideas being put to me. The early, childish, days of my DW viewing, over 41 years ago, would, I suspect, be impossible to recreate now. The programme simply isn’t on for 26 weeks each year any more. I can remember pacing the weeks by stories and episodes. It seemed an age between one episode and the next (now, I wonder where the weeks and years go!). How would children today respond to the same pattern: 26 x 25 minute weekly episodes each year? No binge-watching available!

  • ThePurpleFrockCoat

    Agree with people taking it way too seriously. That also made me reevaluate my standing as a fan and my online behavior regarding the show. I still enjoy it but fandoms highly vocal opinions (guilty!) sometimes take the fun away watching the show. One time I mentioned on Twitter one Classic serial which said I hated (strong words I know) and some got offended. I decided to unfollow that group. Regarding the changes for a show which has undergone so much of that it’s ironic this fandom can’t handle change very well or get too bored easily. When Smith was The Doctor people felt he lacked gravitas in comes Capaldi the cries of too old rang out. Fickle. Time will tell if Jodie is a miss or a hit. I wish her the best. The overhype (ahem Radio Yimes?) and the instant adulation from a certain group of fans will either help or hurt her. Welcome to fandom Jodie.

    • Planet of the Deaf

      I found myself finding an excessive amount of time on another Doctor Who site, indeed I found myself with unwatched Class Who dvds because I spent too much time talking and debating the show instead 🙂