jeyradan:

I’m not biased.  Really, I’m not.  Well, okay, I probably am, but just hang on for a minute.

Remember Doctor Who, that crazy, black-and-white science-fiction epic we watched without understanding it at all when we were kids?

Where anyone could be a companion?  You could be a man or a woman or a girl or a boy; you could be human or alien or Timelord; you could be from the past or the present or the future; you could be an orphan or a soldier or a metal dog or a shape-shifting android, for all the Doctor cared.  That was the whole point.  You never knew.  It could be anyone.

It could be you.

Nowadays, it could still be you.  As long as you tick off at least three of the boxes in the “young, white, conventionally-pretty female from modern England” category.

Hey, Doctor.  Remember these two?

Those guys were the most badass not-companions you’ve had since the reboot.  That’s right, a middle-aged dude from the nineteenth century and his ass-kicking, awesome-being non-white friend.  Awesome.

All I’m saying here is, let’s have some representation.  Hell, let’s have some imagination.  Where are my Asian companions?  My alien companions?  My companions with disabilities?

We are so ready to step outside the box, Doctor Who.  Why don’t you join us?

After all, that’s what you’re all about.