Keep Cap Straight

Call me old fashioned, but so is Steve Rogers, and the idea that people want his character to be made homosexual proves their ignorance and lack of respect for the character that the world has come to know and love for three quarters of a century.  I understand that they want representation, and while I don’t agree with the lifestyle they want represented I do see why they would want it, but can we leave Steve Rogers alone?  Seriously.

Nowhere in his canon that spans longer than the lives of most people still living is there anything besides him being interested in women.  Even in the movies he’s been straight, old fashioned and highly moral.  In all of his stand-alone movies his love interest is female.  He has been established both in comics and in the MCU as a heterosexual male, who has a thing for Carter girls. haha.  But honestly, it would be such a cheap publicity shot to throw gay on Captain America that anyone with the aesthetic of a boar would be outraged by it.  Have a gay superhero if you must, but don’t do it to one of the oldest heroes in all of comic book existence! It doesn’t fit his character as it has been established and it does nothing for the story.

Futhermore, beyond the aesthetic, the tradition and the moral, there is the fact that if the hashtagging imbeciles of social media had their way they would be denigrating one of the most poignant and beautiful friendships in fiction to a simple carnal instinct with some gay romance thrown on top.  Because it truly seems that no one these days is capable of appreciating a true platonic friendship, regardless of gender or sexuality, without wanting to heap on the sexual tension and making an outcry about sexual subplots.  Come on folks, why can’t we leave pure friendship as simply pure friendship.

Were my best friend and I fictional characters in a popular series, or famous in any way there would be reems of fanfiction and theories about us having a sexual subplot because hey, we’re two people who care for each other very much and that must mean we’re secretly desiring to be lovers… I don’t think so.  For one, the Bucky to my Steve is happily married to a man and straight, and two I’m also very much a heterosexual female, but good luck trying to convince the addled adolescents of the internet that if we were characters in a book, movie, or show.   I understand deep friendship like Steve and Bucky, which is why I cherish their character’s untainted loyalty to each other, because it’s how my best friend and I am.  Like I said, she is the Bucky to my Steve, after much deliberation we honed down our fictional counterparts to those two because that sums us up so well. She is the one I look up to but I get surprised when I find she looks up to me too, she’s the one that is upstanding I’m the one that borders on priggish and while I have the outgoing brash personality of Bucky and she’s a little more of a quiet Steve, the comparison still stands for us, and for our level of closeness. And  I would hate to see an exemplary friendship sullied with unnecessary sexual overtones.  And that goes for any friendship, regardless of sexuality or gender involved.  And that is exactly what would happen if Steve and Bucky were to be made gay.

So Captain America does NOT need a boyfriend.  Honestly no character ever except maybe Bella Swan whose personality was as exciting as overcooked oatmeal, or some harlequin heroine, ever needed a love interest.  Let characters be themselves and don’t seek to alter their canon existence to fit agendas or fill a hole.  They’re fine the way they are, we love them the way they are.  Steve Rogers has been a beloved hero for seventy-five years, leave the old man alone.  Go find someone with less history and more character traits that would make a different sexuality more plausible rather than just latching onto the biggest name in Marvel just to have someone to carry the rainbow banner.  It’s not his character, it never has been, and it never should be.  Leave a good thing as it is.  That is all.

And seriously y’all, let friends be friends without insisting on sexual tension.




Oh Doctor! My Doctor!

As the ninth series of Doctor Who came to a close this Christmas with the Christmas Special I was struck by how much Capaldi has come to mean to me as my Doctor.  Does this mean that I’ve stopped picturing the 10th coming to my door in the middle of a rainy night in the TARDIS to take me away on fabulous adventures in space and time? No.  It just means that I can also occasionally picture 12 doing the same.  Not something I ever expected to see happen.  So while 10 will always be my Doctor, because he was my first, and because well, David Tennant is the most perfect looking man on this whole earth, I’ve also found room in my heart for a second favourite, just slightly below his majesty David Great-Hair!

And the best thing about 12 is that you love him because you know you do.  Not like 10 or 11 where you love them but hey, they’re really attractive too! 12’s appeal comes from his attitude, his outrageous sass and not giving a damn but on the other hand caring so much that you can see he’s in physical pain.  The moralizing and philosophical Doctor.  But also the hothead.

That’s what I love about him, is he’s such an odd mixture of opposites. He’s the grumpy old man, but also the scared schoolboy, hesitant and unsure of himself for most of his first season.  And he’s the ancient, the forgiver of unimaginable wrongs, but also the man with all the patience of a toddler.  He’s the philosopher and the angst-ridden teenager all at once.  And what I love most is he’s very much me.  He has a short fuse and little patience but for those he loves he’s quick to forgive and eager to help, and would do anything for them.  His loyalty to Clara knows no bounds, it exceeds his love of his own people and planet.  He cares so much. He also has finally reached the point in his life (the Doctor as a whole, not just 12) where he doesn’t give a flying leap what others think, he’s not only “not your boyfriend” but he’s also not caring what you think of him.  Just look at his outfit, it’s so much more conservative than the suit and Chucks of 10 or the overthetop bowtie wearing, fez topped absurdity that 11’s outfit got into.  Twelve dresses in what he likes best, even if it is a dressy semi-formal jacket with a hoodie underneath and a checkered pair of pants, but despite the hodgepodge of what goes into his outfit, it’s still conservative and not ostentatious in the least (except maybe the red lining in the jacket, but hey, gotta have a little flair!)

In summary, I’m in love with the Twelfth Doctor and have no shame about this! And this last season exceeded all expectations, blew my mind, and made me feel feelings more than I’ve ever felt before (well, except Doomsday, nothing hurts worse than Doomsday!) and not all sad, some of them were those beautiful and sad feelings like what Ashildr talks about.  Where it’s both.  Which I loved how that nodded back to Sally Sparrow and her “Sad is happy to deep people” line to her best friend.  Anyways, if you haven’t seen Series Nine yet, do it! 12 is on his feet and dashing all apprehensions you may have had about him (though how you could I don’t understand… he discusses the colors of his kidneys and calls a Dinosaur a “big sexy woman”! He’s brilliant, not to mention dueling Robin Hood with a spoon!)