I realize that I'm a stranger in a strange land, being in Broville, here, but these stories aren't cringeworthy to me. In fact, I think most of these (excepting the SAWED-IN-HALF TENNIS BALL, WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK) are sweet. I do understand the utter mortification these guys experienced; don't think we women…

I keep coming back here to write a reply, but I'm still so angry that I can't even be coherent. I've twelve levels of enraged. Maybe I can make more sense in the morning.

You know how, when you walk into a room and people have already been conversing about a topic with which you're not familiar, you get a weird sense of confusion and disorientation? That's the entire zillion years of Doctor Who for me.