“There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea is asleep and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice, and somewhere else the tea is getting cold.”
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people when you meet them you think ‘Not bad. They’re okay.’ And then you get to know them and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it and then they just turn into something so beautiful.
To be honest, I think the main reason I find it hard to truly care about the Companions in the Moffat-Era of Doctor Who is that I cannot relate to them to any significant degree. At all. In the RTD-Era, we had these Companions that were so normal, and they became extraordinary. I was inspired by them because I’m normal, and it made me want to see what good I was capable of.
Moffat’s Companions, though, start off extraordinary. They come through the gate already special and different-from-the-normal-masses. And because they start off extraordinary, we don’t see any of that human struggle to use humanity to its greatest potential. They’re already separated from us. Combine that with the obvious glamorization of Moffat-Who Companions (thin young white girl with perfect hair and a sassy/sexy personality) and we don’t see people like us that we can aspire to be. We see them as other entities, held up by weak, non-expanded-upon and therefore unrelatable backstories and sexualized personas.
Young girls looking for role-models would look at Moffat-Who Companions and think, ‘How can I be more like Amy?“ or, "What could I do to be like Clara?”
The answer, sadly, is nothing. There is nothing those girls can do to become more like the women on TV because those women have been so far removed from our attainable reality. I mean, Clara’s persona is literally the “Impossible Girl”. Both Amy and Clara always looked like they had a personal stylist following them to the farthest reaches of space and time. It’s upsetting that we provide children with role models that they have to grow up with and realize they can’t be anything like. It makes me sad that Doctor Who is not providing representations of realistic women and merely reducing them to ill-characterized events that happen with and around the Doctor.
I loved Amy. And I love Clara. But what Doctor Who is giving us by way of 'relatable’ women role-models is lacking. I should not have to imprint my own headcanon on them in order to create a more human perception of their characters. And children shouldn’t have to, either.