You never forget your first doctor.
About this time last year, Drew decided he would finally watch the Doctor Who reboot. My response was something like, “Uh… have fun with that!”
You see, he’d described Doctor Who to me many times in the past, and the idea of a show about a time-travelling alien who could regenerate his “human” form as many times as the show needed to keep the franchise alive just didn’t work for me. Even when you add in that said alien killed all his race in an effort to stop its greatest enemy from destroying the world. Or that the show treats some truly heart-rending topics—travelling back to try to save a loved one, an enslaved race, parting forever from a lover for the benefit of the universe—with enough finesse and brutality to make an angel weep. (You see what I did there?)
As you can probably tell, I came around. When Drew reached the 2010 episodes (series 5 of the reboot) a certain handsome young man and gorgeous redhead repeatedly caught my eye: the Eleventh Doctor and his Companion, Amy Pond.
Still I resisted, because, after all, the Doctor’s greatest enemy is a race of trash-can aliens who roll around waving toilet plungers and saying “EXTERMINATE.” But then Drew reached the series finales of the 2010 run, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw this:
“Who are all these attractive people?” I finally asked. “And why are there Romans?”
“They’re not really Romans,” Drew said.
Um, curiosity: piqued. We watched “The Eleventh Hour,” Matt Smith’s first episode, and the music was so good and the Doctor so adorable, I was completely hooked. At my insistence, we watched all of Matt Smith’s episodes before we jumped back and started with Christopher Eccleston and watched all the way through David Tennant, most viewers’ favorite doctor… and then we went back to Matt Smith
Because even after all the rest, I like the Eleventh Doctor the most. I was charmed by his ability to be both a nine-year-old and a nine-hundred-year-old. He was whimsical and weary, silly and sad. And the music was just so damned good. When he leaves the show, I’ll probably cry and pout and hate the next Doctor forever.
When I saw that ThinkGeek t-shirt, I realized how true it was. Drew still loves Tom Baker, the first Doctor he saw as a kid, the most. And he had the wonderful experience of seeing the show as a child… which, given that it’s technically a show for youngsters, is more than most of us can say. And I think Drew can really sum up why we love the show so much: