Namely Mae

With the finale of series 10 complete, it is a wonder that I am able to coherently order my thoughts and feeling about the episodes. I think it is safe to say that this was the most emotionally draining two-parter of Doctor Who in a long time. As the title of this post suggests, it took us on a whirlwind of a roller coaster of emotions. I found myself tearing up countless times throughout this finale, especially in episode 12 ‘The Doctor Falls’. Steven Moffat has certainly outdone himself in this finale and has illustrated that he is a force to be reckoned with when he really puts his mind to it. I only wish that he was able to produce this standard of writing for Series’ 5-9. With that said however, as this is his final series as Show-Runner, it’s only natural that he pulls out all the best tricks up his sleeve to go out with a bang. You can find out more about my thoughts on Doctor Who and the first part of series 10 in my earlier blog-post here . Episode 11 – World Enough

The new series of Doctor Who has very much taken off and I can firmly say that I am thoroughly enjoying it compared to the past few series'. It’s no secret that I have been less than pleased with the show since the end of the Russell T Davies era, but this current series has managed to pull me back in as a faithful viewer once again. I don’t mean to rain on Mr Steven Moffat’s work - I understand and respect that there are people who enjoy his writing arch as Show Runner; I’m merely giving my opinion on it. The strange thing is that SM has written some of my all-time favourite episodes from Series 1-4. Episodes such as Blink, Silence in the Library, and The Empty Child are staples in the New-Who era for many fans as they flesh out the bone-chilling aspect of the show, and SM was pure genius when it came to these episodes. I found that while his first two seasons as Show Runner were decent, the subsequent seasons just got worse and worse. This was to the point where I actually t

Something that has started to come to the forefront of my mind more frequently is the concept of gender roles and the substantial amount of restrictive information we are constantly bombarded with about gender norms*. (*As a disclaimer, please understand that these are my own personal observations and feelings about this topic. I am in no way claiming to be an expert on this topic nor am I trying to implement my views above anyone else’s.) The phrase ‘Gender roles’ can be defined as “the role or behaviour learned by a person as appropriate to their gender, determined by the prevailing cultural norm ”. From what I understand, these roles often determine the way people should think, speak, dress, and interact within the walls of society. To give you a bit of background about myself, I am a heterosexual female, my upbringing was fairly standard for a westerner, and I’ve always been content with my gender (with regards to gender identity). However, there were many time that tho