New Who Blues

Okay, so I haven’t seen The Runaway Bride until now (though I’ve seen the rest of S3). Maybe she improves but, man, Donna is a shrew even considering the circumstances. I have this active dislike for shrew characters as leads and this episode, so far, really reiterates what I don’t like about the new Dr. Who. Good lord. I can’t wait to see a female character that doesn’t fall into the category of damaged victim, harridan or long-suffering saint (or some combination thereof). You get this on Torchwood too. And it isn’t restricted to Companions/leads, guest stars even end up like this.

It’s very irritating. Especially when you have the double whammy of color and gender and, man, there’s been some disgusting and stereotypical things done on this show.

Anyway, I should shower; it’s hot and I’ve been packing off and on all day. I have four boxes of books to sell, give away, throw away, or otherwise get rid of and four 16 gallon plastic tubs of books to keep and move. That only accounts for three of my five bookshelves. (Most of them have two layers of books on each shelf.) I can’t wait to start moving. My new place will be so awesome.

Still no word on work or the assistantships or the tuition waiver. Panic and worry ahoy.

So, Torchwood is even more cringe-worthy gratuitous than I was expecting. And yet they manage to make me like bits of it. A character or a reaction or a choice, here and there.

I feel vaguely dirty.