I’ve been out of the DW loop for a while now. Things get in the way of watching episodes–lack of cable television, not enough time, and to be honest, not enough investment in the show anymore. A lot of my friends seem to be in the same boat: big fans at one point, but no longer as literate in Who Lore as they once were. Maybe some of it lies with Moffat. Maybe it’s just a show wearing out, like an old coat. It’s just not as warm as it once was.
To be honest, I’ve been so out of the loop that I had only the vaguest idea that Capaldi was moving on. My brother, another Whovian, mentioned it during the last week, and I didn’t hold my breath. They’d talked about casting a woman last time, and while I didn’t watch enough of Capaldi’s run to determine fair judgment of the series during his tenure, the whole thing kind of had me exhausted.
Maybe, I thought, they’ll go with picking a woman this time. However, my hopes weren’t high. I still had my TARDIS string lights, but they were mostly decoration, and Who, like so many of my formerly rabid interests (including writing for the Geekette) had been sacrificed during college to the time management gods in a bid for more time. Did I even want to watch Doctor Who anymore?
My brother texted me at around noon from the beach: “Did they announce the new doctor yet?” He probably didn’t have great wifi, which is why he was asking me. It’s one of our few shared interests, or it used to be. So I did a quick Google search of “doctor who”, knowing if there was any news, it would pop up at the top of the page. I didn’t know any of the hyped candidates, and didn’t have any expectations. Just doing a favor.
BBC News: “Jodie Whittaker: Doctor Who’s 13th Time Lord to be a woman.”
And all I could think was “Finally.”