Tales of Who's Past: Martha

Last time, I talked about Donna. Poor, doomed, Donna. But for rough treatment, let's not forget Martha, the martyr, the rebound Who-Girl. I like Martha, but it always seemed like she was replacing Rose, rather than being given her own place in the Who-niverse. Martha is introduced brilliantly; a doctor in training, with a family that's both falling apart and relying on her emotionally. Martha's very different from Rose, but ends up literally filling her place in the Doctor's eyes, or rather, not filling her place.




The Doctor never realized what a wonderful woman he had right in front of him Running for their lives, hiding from the darkness, fighting the most vile monsters imaginable and the Doctor never stops to think what a genuine bastard he can be to those around him. Not until it's too late.

Martha saved the earth and along the way realized this man, this legend, this Doctor was never going to return her affections. So, standing up and facing forward, Martha does the hard thing and tells him 'no'. Martha's got enough faith in herself, enough self respect and enough moxy to walk away. Quite right, too.


Dr Martha Jones, here's thinking of you!

Until Martha get's cloned....again (meow!), I remain

frogoat

Tales of Who's Past: Donna

Less than hour before I can sit down with mates and watch the latest Doctor Who Christmas Special, I've just finished watching 2006's The Runaway Bride Christmas episode. You know what I realized? I bloody love Donna.

Donna Noble is so brash and...well, she can be a bit thick. But here's the thing: She's so easy to wound. Just in the one episode, I think they summed her up. Here, tell me what you think:

Donna: But...we were getting married.

Lance: Well, I couldn’t risk you running off. I had to say yes, and then I was stuck with a woman who thinks the height of excitement is a new-flavoured Pringle! Oh, I had to sit there and listen to all that yap-yap-yap. "Brad and Angelina, is Posh pregnant, X Factor, Atkins diet, feng shui, split ends, text me, text me, text me!" Dear God, the never-ending fountain of fat, stupid trivia! I deserve a medal.

The Doctor: Oh, is that what she’s offered you, the Empress of the Racnoss? What are you, her consort?

Lance: [glances at Donna] It’s better than a night with her.

Donna: But I love you.

Lance: That’s what made it easy! It’s like you said, Doctor. The big picture. What’s the point of it all if the human race is nothing? That’s what the Empress can give me. The chance to...to go out there, to see it, the size of it all. I think you understand that, don’t you, Doctor?

Donna's got a lot of heart. She's wonderful. She's brave. She's wounded. It's why she's so brash. It's why you have to love her. Here's to you, Donna Noble. Merry Christmas.

Until they bring her back, I remain

frogoat