Kelly and I are, among other things, Whovians. You probably have a Whovian in your life. You'll know them by their insistence that "bow ties are cool," their use of words like "timey-wimey," "allons-y
," or "fantastic." They may own a mile-long scarf. They may have a bumper sticker alleging "my other ride is a TARDIS." If you are looking for a fun fandom to be a part of, look no further than the fandom of Doctor Who
Fandoms can be a tricky thing. I was a fan of Star Wars
, for example, before it was cool (and then subsequently uncool again). Star Wars
fans have a complicated, love-hate relationship with that which they obsess over. As much as they love everything George Lucas gave them, they hate everything he continues to give them (this is a broad stroke statement that doesn't describe every fan, but the fandom as a whole). It can be a very frustrating fandom to be a part of.
Enter The Doctor. If you know nothing about Doctor Who
, it's a show that is celebrating it's 50th anniversary in 2013. It's a fantastic British sci-fi show about an enigmatic time-traveller called The Doctor who uses his ability to travel all of time and space to leave things better than he found them. As you can imagine, it's a show that can be daunting to get into -- it's been on for fifty years (more or less).
Enter The Whovians. Doctor Who
fans know how intimidating getting into the show can be. But they know how rewarding it is being a Whovian that each and every one of them has their own recommended way of getting into the show. They're a patient lot, who are more than willing to hold your hand and answer all your questions until you're addicted and running off on your own adventures with The Doctor. That's not to say they don't bicker. Every fandom has its arguments. But in the case of Doctor Who
, most of the arguments come down to being a clash of preferences. Most of the time, everyone walks away still happy, still friends, and still hoping the TARDIS shows up in the back yard. I believe this is because of the intelligence lying beneath most episodes of Doctor Who
is a show about something. It's easy to dismiss it as a silly sci-fi with lots of unnecessary running about, silly monsters, and implausible story lines. At first glance, that's all it really is. But then you notice the Daleks are a thinly veiled critique of fascism, and the Cybermen are a condemnation of mindless conformity and . . . oh my goodness . . . these are all metaphors! Well, not all of them. Some are just men in silly suits. But even those Freak of the Week episodes are still filled with characters grounded in a relate-able reality that will often leave you with a few questions for you to ponder about your own life. If you find yourself on a Doctor Who
message board or swapping favorite stories with a fellow Whovian, it's not at all uncommon for someone to bring up how a particular episode, or a particular character, helped them through a particularly tough time.
Take Amy and Rory -- the Eleventh Doctor's current companions -- for example. They've had a rocky relationship since we first met them. But they've also had an endearing and enduring relationship. Collectively, as a fandom, we're rooting for them just as much as we're rooting for The Doctor. This most recent episode, well . . .
Amy drops the very large bomb in Rory's lap (as well as the audience's lap) that she's incapable of having children. I was not expecting that. I don't expect other people, especially people who have been in the TARDIS, to have any idea of what it's like to be me. Yet here are these two fictitious characters crying and fighting and using words that have been used by me and people I know who have also fought and cried over the exact same thing. It hit me right in the back of the throat. The room started to blur and I was suddenly very glad I was watching the episode by myself. The moment passed and I loved the show all the more.
Enter The Whovians. I was not alone with all of these feelings. Megan Lavey-Heaton, co-author of the webcomic Namesake
, shared a glimpse into her and her husband's struggle with infertility. You can read the whole blog post here
(which also serves as a review of the Doctor Who
episode, "Asylum of the Daleks"). But I had to share a couple of exceprts here because the post was so refreshingly honest that my heart broke as I was being encouraged and reminded that, indeed, we are not alone.
Infertility is a horrible, horrible beast. There are days that you’re perfectly fine, that you can go “I’m OK with this. I’ve got a wonderful career and a husband who loves me and medical science that can do a lot. I’m under 35, I can do this.”
Then there are other days when you hate yourself. When you feel that your husband, who moved across an ocean for you, could do much better. You want kids, and he wants kids. But what you’re trying isn’t working. You go to the doctor. The drugs aren’t working. There’s more drugs you can take. Expensive procedures, but where do you draw the line? And even though you can and do live an fantastic life, surrounded by love, opportunities to travel and a fulfilling career, you feel like a failure — especially when you’re surrounded by a culture and social media that rubs it in your face. It is so hard to go on places like Facebook and see hundreds of photos of your peer’s newborn babies.
You’re also in mourning, dealing with this. You have to go through the grieving process, even if you never planned on having kids.
Different people react in different ways.
Amy is so much a mirror of the Doctor emotionally. No wonder they get along so well. Amy handled the infertility issue in a way that was in-character for her and that mirroring of the Doctor. They both run away so much until forced to confront themselves by a catalyst: River for the Doctor and Rory for Amy. Then they act and grow. When you look at Amy now and the Amy we met in “The Eleventh Hour,” it’s such a brilliant story of growth. Amy then acted in such a selfish manner in running away. Now, she’s grown to where she loves Rory so damn much that she is willing to sacrifice everything for him to be happy. And that is gorgeous — and all Moffat.
The "Moffat" she refers to in that last sentence is the show's incorrigible show-runner, Steven Moffat. He delights in our pain and torture and we love him for it.
The fact that Steven Moffat was willing to approach this topic in a show that could just be about its special effects and its quippy, banter-filled scripts meant so much to me. It gave courage to people. For some, it was a "if Amy and Rory can figure this out, so can I" moment. For others, it provided catharsis. For others yet, it provided a time and place to talk about something they might not have -- and I think that's important.
It's important to know we are not alone.