lizbee | Further on the most important element of the next Doctor Who episode, plus a request (Reply)

And I've lost the link, but there was also a picture of Jenny with a Silurian woman wearing much the same outfit.

ALL THE ADVENTURES, GUYS.

On a less awesome note, I've been struggling for a few days now to try and come up with a non-wanky way of saying this, but I keep coming back to the same thing:

The squee-harshing in my LJ and DW comments is really getting me down, and I want it to stop.

I went back and forth about whether or not I wanted to say that, because I don't want to be silencing debate or choosing to maintain privilege by ignoring criticism. But it's not really a debate: people come into my posts, and, with or without even acknowledging what I've said, state their contradictory opinions as fact. And then, I've been told on Twitter, people disagree, but feel uncomfortable doing so in a third party's LJ, and then start to feel their own pleasure in the show is wrong, and so they keep silent. That's not a debate, that's a monologue. And it gives me the shits, because when I make my posts, I'm usually happy and squeeful, and within an hour that is inevitably brought crashing down by someone pissing in the metaphorical breakfast cereal.

None of these comments are anon, they all come from people with their own LJs, so they've got their own platforms on which to share opinions. I have a strict practice of not playing the Happiness Patrol when people aren't enjoying something, which means I don't come into personal LJs and tell you to shut up and start smiling. Please have the decency to do the same for me. At the very least, feel free to acknowledge my own opinions before talking back at me.

As for privilege/critique/etc, generally there comes a point where I do want to seek out critique, but I do it in my own time, when I feel ready and have the mental energy to apply myself. There's a meme going around Tumblr at the moment about how there is only one way to watch a problematic show, and if you don't do it right, you're part of the problem. And while there's merit in that, the current right way involves so much energy that, especially now when I'm on the edge of another arthritic flare-up, I'd find an evening of staring at a blank screen more restful than adhering to the strict guidelines of a Tumblr meme.

Also, if even reading discussion re: fail, *isms etc that have actually aired takes more energy than I can physically maintain, it takes a whole lot more to get outraged over things which haven't happened yet, which may not happen, are unlikely to happen at all given the nature and audience of the show, and frankly, if you have the time I'm happy for you, but I've got other things to do. And the implicit (or, occasionally, explicit) demand that I justify liking something, or even not hating it, or just hating it less than other people, is ridiculous.

In short, my feeling is this: I know you don't like it, I respect your right, and I don't really care. Except that I seem to be expected to care, and that just makes me cranky. So cranky I spend three whole days brooding on the topic and struggling to articulate the line between healthy debate and disagreement, and ... not.

I have a lot of friends who have either taken their fannish posts behind lock or stopped making them all together. I don't want to do that, but at the same time, there comes a point where the pleasure I get in making the posts is far outweighed by the frustration I feel over the next days.