or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Appreciate Matt Smith
When the new series of Doctor Who started up in 2005, I like many old school fans, was worried about how the show would shape up. We had decades of fannish expectations and prejudices, and often forgot that the show wasn't primarily for us, but for the Us that Were, so to speak; the younger selves, the less critical, more open, less needy embryonic fans that actually went out and played out the kind of adventures we saw on TV, in our backyards, with friends, and not at Delayed Development conferences, like ComicCon or other CosPlay venues, with people we were acquainted with throu