I was hanging out with a friend in the city yesterday and he mentioned that he wanted to be home in time for Doctor Who, and I was like “Oh right, that’s still a thing,” and my friend was perplexed by this. I was the one who got him into Doctor Who in the first place, so he was surprised that I’d lost interest. I told him that this is primarily because I’m sick of Steven Moffat’s shitty writing.
"How’s that even possible?" my friend asked me "He’s a really good writer!" I explained to him that (and this is just, like, my opinion, man) I believe Steven Moffat is capable of being a good writer and has written some decent stuff, but at some point he realised how much a lot of people liked his writing and started phoning it in; and above all else he has no fucking idea how to write women.
"I dunno," my friend said hesitantly, "he does an alright job with the lesbian lizard-woman detective."
"That’s kind of my point," I sighed, "She’s just a collection of descriptors. Could you describe her character to me without mentioning her appearance or profession? What’s her significance to the story, outside of her relationship with the Doctor? What are her goals, her motivations? Would you know she was a lesbian if they hadn’t just ham-fistedly mentioned it? Can you even tell me what her name is?"
My friend opened his mouth as if to speak, and then closed it, saying nothing. He tilted his head to the side, clearly thinking about what I had just said. I could see the seed of doubt that I had planted in his mind, and I was glad.
Stop Moffat 2014