Ballin’ at the MIT Sloan Sports Conference

Right now, some of the brightest minds in Boston aren’t meeting to discuss nuclear research or an exit strategy for Afghanistan, but rather the concept of a “hot” shooter in basketball, whether there is such a thing as team chemistry, and how LeBron James will impact future labor negotiations.

Since 2007, the Sloan Sports Analytics Conference has attempted to bring the most innovative and thoughtful personalities in sports to discuss a wide range of topics. It has grown in popularity each year, mostly thanks to the attention given by perhaps the most famous sportswriter in the country, Bill Simmons. The conference attacks issues present in each sport, but I’m going to focus solely on basketball and some of the more interesting topics brought up.

At this time, the typical NBA fan looks at the box score on ESPN and sees the standard statistical measurements:  Points, rebounds, assists. But anyone who’s watched or played basketball for a long time knows that games are often won not just on big buckets, but on key defensive stops, proper spacing to run plays, or battling for loose balls. If you watch a telecast the announcers will most likely call all these things “intangibles” or “Team A wants it more than Team B.” Of course players are humans, and humans are prone to emotions such as laziness, or an intense desire to compete. But what if teams could quantify effort? What if they could measure how hard a player worked?

We’ll likely never achieve that Holy Grail of analysis but advancements like Adjusted Plus/Minus have shed new light on how lineups are constructed in the NBA and how we measure the effectiveness of so-called “specialists” like Shane Battier or Bruce Bowen. Instead of looking at numbers in a vacuum, we’re now seeing more teams embracing context This sounds rather simplistic, but both the people who run the sports teams and those who write about them for a living are notoriously slow to adapt.

Another interesting debate rose out of Malcolm Gladwell’s famous “10,000 hours” theory in relation to falling star Tracy McGrady, who at one time was one of the most dynamic players the league had ever seen. His former coach Jeff Van Gundy suggested that McGrady was somehow too skilled for his own good, which led to a decrease in practice time. In contrast, the practice habits of Ray Allen were brought up. The all-time leader in 3-point field goals made obviously spends a lot of time practicing jumpshots. But did you know that Allen practices so much that he’s capable of taking 1,000 jumpers at the exact same release point?

The most exciting (I use that term loosely) development for me was a presentation made by Sandy Weil. A number of NBA teams have enlisted the services of a company called STATS, LLC. They install a number of high-tech, 3D cameras in various arenas, which are then capable of capturing every movement on the basketball court and the exact location of each player. Spacing is key in basketball, whether it’s getting enough separation from a defender to take a jumpshot or creating passing lanes for cutters. This obviously affects the percentages of shot attempts, and not surprisingly the less space a player has to operate the less efficient he will be.

Another interesting find with these cameras is that the efficiency of catch-and-shoot (the bread8and-butter play of guys like Ray Allen and Reggie Miller) is much higher than almost every other shot. So while isolation-heavy guys like Carmelo Anthony earn a ton of superstar accolades, he isn’t necessarily an elite player because the bulk of his scoring comes in less than ideal situations (obviously he’s still really damn good). Also, shot attempts earlier in the shot clock go in at a higher percentage than those that come later. This correlates well with teams that force a lot of turnovers or play at a fast pace (Boston, Golden State, Phoenix).

The potential of this technology is vast. Teams could start charting shot percentages for their players in every situation and tailoring plays that maximize their strengths. For example, Warriors guard Monta Ellis is primarily thought of as a high-volume scorer who lacks traditional point guard skills. But shot attempts off his passes have a 60% success rate, so while he may not have great vision he is capable of breaking down defenses and creating good looks for his teammates. This is obviously just the surface of what was covered, but obviously without attending it’s hard to fully grasp the complexity of a lot of the topics. But it’s an exciting time for sports, or at the very least sports nerds.

Sex, Honor, and Basketball at BYU

BYU’s Brandon Davies, a 6’9″ 235-lb starting forward for the top five-ranked Cougars has been suspended for the remainder of the season for violating BYU’s strict Honor Code. Davies admitted to Brigham Young University officials that he and his girlfriend engaged in pre-marital sex. The suspension, announced Wednesday, will include the post-season conference and NCAA tournaments.

Davies had been averaging 11.2 points and 6.1 rebounds this year this for the Cougars and was a major force behind their 27-2 record and possible number-one seed in the tournament as well as a potential run to the Final Four. All that is in jeopardy now.

Thursday night, New Mexico dismantled the Cougars, 84-62, a possible sign of trouble to come for the suddenly undermanned BYU squad. Live by the Honor Code, die by the Honor Code.

“This is who we are, and most people that come to this school, hopefully all, understand that it is one of the reasons they come to BYU,” said Tom Holmoe, BYU’s Athletic Director, at a news conference following the suspension. “We understand that people across the country might think this is foreign to them, and might be shocked or surprised. But we deal with this quite often.”

The BYU Honor Code is a forbidding list of restrictions that every BYU student agrees to upon becoming a student. The Code applies to both Mormon and non-Mormon students.

“We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men,” the Code states. “If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things, the Honor Code states. It continues:

    • Be honest
    • Live a chaste and virtuous life
    • Obey the law and all campus policies
    • Use clean language, respect others
    • Abstain from alcoholic beverages, tobacco, tea, coffee, and substance abuse
    • Participate regularly in church services
    • Observe the dress and grooming standards
    • Encourage others in their commitment to comply with the Honor Code

      Although it may seem Draconian, at least one observer of college ethics supports BYU’s handling of the situation. “I give the school credit,” Donald McCabe was quoted as saying in The Salt Lake City Tribune. McCabe is a professor of business and writer on issues affecting higher education. “They laid out their rules, they were violated and they stuck to their guns. The student was forewarned and he knew what the penalty would be, and he took his chances.”

      While no definitive reports have yet surfaced as to how Davies was turned in to authorities, or even if he turned himself in, a variety of sources on Friday released the name of his girlfriend, Danica Mendivil, a volleyball player at Arizona State University, and like Davies, a native of Utah.  Early reports indicated Mendivil might be pregnant, which her family has since denied.

      Davies is part of a very small African-American contingent of blacks in the LDS church. As recently as 1978 the last formal bans were lifted against African-Americans who wanted to serve as bishops or in other LDS church leadership positions. Davies was born in Philadelphia and adopted by a white Mormon family who raised him in Provo as a member in good-standing of the LDS church.

      While no hard data is available, church observers have said African-Americans comprise less than one percent of LDS church membership.

      Image here.

      Whether Davies’ punishment was more severe because of the interracial nature of his and Mendivil’s relationship will remain speculative, but this is the second major Honor Code violation in two years to rock BYU athletics.

      In 2010, the Cougars’ all-time leading rusher Harvey Unga was kicked off the football team and withdrew from school for having a sexual relationship with Keilani Moeaki, a BYU women’s basketball player.

      Back to the Grind Open Post

      Good morning. Hope you had a great weekend, and are ready for another fun week around here. A special thanks to everyone who participated in the Writer’s Workshop. I am going to leave the thread open, so please feel free to use it as a place to discuss ideas with each other. All right, let’s get to work.

      By the way, this video is the reason the Internet was invented.

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      Sunday Overnight Thread

      Hi Crasstalk. Hope you had a great day and are ready to wind it down. For some reason I have been in the mood for documentaries lately so I am going to post a few clips from my favorites. Put your own recommendations in the comments.

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      Have a great night.

      Our Second Crasstalk Writers Workshop

      Hi gang. Thanks for dropping in. Please start by reading this. Yes, I know most of you have read it, but just take one more look to humor me. The purpose of tonight’s workshop is for us to brainstorm and share ideas for post topics. Please post any ideas you’ve had or things you would like feedback on. To make this work it is essential that we give one and other feedback so please reply to each other. Here are a few suggestions from Dogs of War, the wisest man on Crasstalk:

      • Featured artists
      • Original short stories
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      • Luxury – how the other half lives
      • Affordable luxury – How to have some of the better things in life without paying a lot
      • Technology how-to
      • TV show recaps

      Hopefully, that can get us started, and I know many of you already have ideas you are knocking around. Let’s get to work.

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      Overt Racism is the New Black

      Pun Intended.

      So apparently white people ain’t foolin’ around no more. White people be pissed off and they don’t care whether the facts support their rage or how straight up stupid, evil and nineteenth century they sound when they open their mouths. Shit’s gettin’ real out there in the suburbs ya’ll. The Ford Explorers are gassed up and the sequined American flag sweatshirts are ON. White America is in revolt. They are standing up for their God-given right to be the HBsIC and brown and black people better get out da way…NOW.

      The near future...as delusional people see it.

      Recently, CNN posted a story that released some startling data about that rare and vulnerable animal: The American White Person.

      Apparently 44% of American White People think they face racial animus that is just as or more severe of a problem as the animus faced by black people or other minorities. 56% of  white Republicans and 61% white Tea Partiers share that opinion.  Colleges are beginning to offer “Whiteness Studies” courses (because all those European and American history and literature courses really gave white people the short shrift) and there is a rise in scholarships exclusively offered to that rarest of college students: the White Male. Prominent white activists are even leading marches on Washington to reclaim their right to own everything, live where ever they want, be the standard of beauty and  be the only flesh color crayon in the crayon box. Times are tough and the movement is on the streets!

      Things White People Are Scared Of

      This trauma is something that brown and black people could never understand. We’ve never been in power, so we can’t imagine what it must be like to see black people taking our jobs ( Yeah Mr. President, that means you), stealing our women (Taye Diggs couldn’t you find a sista to rub your gorgeousness on?) and men (Heidi Klum, bitch don’t pretend I’m not looking at you). Not to mention that brown and black people have the temerity to reproduce at a rate that is kicking white people’s birth control using ass (my great grandma had thirteen kids and all their kids have all been prolific breeders- pretty sure we could double the population of Wyoming if we so chose. Watch out Wyoming! ).

      So, given all that, I’m pretty sure what I’m about to say should get me registered with the Southern Poverty Law Center for committing a hate crime against a vulnerable minority group.

      Oh well, let the Haterade fall!

      In the last couple months, the Governor of Mississippi Haley Barbour, has been fighting the good fight for White America. He’s belittled the trauma of the civil rights movements and defended “citizens councils” in the South. It shows how committed white people are to this  movement that this guy is STILL in the running for the Republican nomination for President. I’ll say this about White America, they do a good job of promoting from within. And let’s be honest, he deserves that promotion. I know Nazi comparisons are persona non grata but in all seriousness the White Citizens Councils of the South were the closest this country has ever come to the S.S. and it was really, really close. They killed, raped and pillaged the black community with impunity and did a masterful job covering it all up for decades. But, according to Barbour, they were the “good” guys in the civil rights movement. Ok, and my ass isn’t a work of art that I carved with thousands of lunges and carb deprivation.

       

      Not to be out done Governor Paul LePage of Maine (whose picture you will see if you look up Good Ol’ Boy in the dictionary) informed the local chapter of the NAACP that they should “kiss his butt,” for having the temerity to question his decision to blow off Martin Luther King Jr. day celebrations. Sounds like this guy is channeling the supernatural to distinguish himself from the pack of average, ho hum, white racist dudes. Perhaps he was channeling the late, infamous Governor Faubus of Arkansas? The WHITE frosting on top of this WHITE cupcake? The man also thinks that women growing beards (not to mention tumors) as a result of exposure to BPAs is also no big thang.

      I believe that for every ten actual racists, there are two people who are just too dumb or mentally imbalanced to understand the meaning behind the adjectives, nouns and verbs they string together in front of a microphone. GLoM may just be one of those individuals.

       

       

      Moving right along, on the Stupid Things Governor and Former Governors Say Express, we have another southerner acting the fool. Former Governor Mike Huckabee (who lately is giving Governor Christie of New Jersey a run for his lunch money for the illustrious title of Governor Sandwiches) decided that President Obama, who was raised in Kansas and Hawaii, was influenced by madrassas as a child. Because there were so many schools that teach a “fundamental” extremist interpretation of Islam in Kansas and Hawaii in the sixties and seventies. Of course, because the President’s absentee father happened to be from a mostly Muslim country and the President has a name other than George, Bill, or James he MUST have been influenced by a world view that this country did not even regard as a threat until the man was an adult and employed by the state of Illinois.

      President George W. Bush spent a lot more time hanging out in the Middle East and entertaining Middle Eastern visitors than President Obama and yet no one has a word to say about his influences. Possibly because most of us recognize that the man is too damn dumb to be capable of absorbing information from sources that don’t come with illustrations.

      But I digress.

      My last little example to support my reasons for building a bunker and starting my own little Black Panthers chapter, is the fine  state of Texas (isn’t it always Texas?). I may look black on the streets, but I’m a Mexican in the kitchen (and you know, genetically) and as a Mexican I want to fly down to that state and smack state Rep. Debbie Riddle upside her, “let’s find a convenient loop hole around the thirteenth amendment so I can keep my gardener and maid, treat them like shit and possibly not pay them” head. Rep. Riddle would like to criminalize the hiring of illegal immigrants, punishable with jail time, UNLESS those immigrants are employed as household staff. Immigration debate aside (and trust, that issue is chock full of plenty of awful all by itself), this would (once again in the Eternal Return of the Same that perfectly encapsulates the current state of American political discourse) create an underclass of brown people who are open to exploitation, abuse and whatever special hell lurks around the corner for people who are completely dependent upon employers for their financial, social and legal welfare.

      The things Americans are proud of...

      Despite the incredible disconnects from reality that make each of these incidents individually, darkly hilarious, this trend is actually a fairly terrifying. If you study ethnic conflicts, the first step to conflict (and by “conflict” I mean wholesale slaughter and imprisonment of minority groups) is the dominate racial or ethnic group starting and sustaining a victim narrative that they use as impetus to pass laws that protect their privileges at the expense of the basic rights of minority groups. We’ve seen this in New York, where mostly white people sought to deny Muslim people their right to have a community center in order to protect their privilege to not have to be confronted with people practicing a religion that they find somehow distasteful.

      Chris Rock tells a story about moving into his wealthy suburb in New Jersey. There are only four black people who own homes in his neighborhood, Mary J. Blige, Jay-Z, Eddie Murphy and Rock himself. Two of the best stand-up comics in the game today, one of the greatest R&B singers ever and a hip hop mogul. Who is Rock’s next door neighbor? A white dentist. Rock’s point? “Black people (and all non-white people) have to fly to get someplace that white people can walk to.”

      It is troubling that, in 2011, 44% of White Americans either can’t or don’t see this.

      This is your racism trend report for March 2011.

      Gotta go refill my glass of Hate Hate Juice.

      Peace. Love and WHITE chocolate chip cookies.

      At least they are upfront about it.

       

      Sunday Matinée: Beware the Full Moon

      You’re running, tearing through the brush, the pain is excruciating. It feels like your entire body is on fire. And things, well things are moving under the skin…stretching, lengthening, doing things that shouldn’t be done, shifting in a way that isn’t humanly possible. The fire in your gut is spreading faster and faster. Your sweat-slicked body is doubled over from the constant pain and fear of what is happening inside. Something, yes something, is attempting to claw its way out, and with it take your sanity. The first bones break and then realign themselves, then the next few, and the next, now everything is cracking and breaking under some otherworldly power. And your face, well your face…it’s no longer yours. It’s longer, wider, and now hair, coarse and abundant, is seeping out of your skin like water sluicing off a stone. Your screams that once sounded quite human now they sound…just like a monster. From pitiless and ravaged to menacing and vicious. Finally the pain…it ends. You are now a beast, hulking in form. Your hands are murderous claws, fangs have emerged and punched their way through the skin. All of your senses are more alive than ever before, and with a long pull of the air from your massive snout ….now you’re ready to hunt.

      Awesome? Scary? All of the above? Yes.

      We’ve long had a fascination with the plight of the werewolf. The whole concept of man turning into a large beast, well it’s the things of nightmares and really good movies. In my opinion there is nothing like seeing a really great werewolf transformation. It is the pinnacle of any movie featuring werewolves. We all wait to be awed by the technique. And we feel totally let down if the transformation doesn’t strike the right note of fear, shock, pain, and horror. I consider myself a werewolf purist in this regard. I can instantly tell when a transformation is going downhill. Mostly when you don’t see it happening. If a movie glosses over the transformation, then well, they’ve not done their movie and the genre service. If one minute there’s human and the next there’s wolf (especially a traditional quadruped wolf) then they’ve blown it.

      Since the beginning of film about the illustrious werewolf, the mystique was usually held in the curse. And make no mistake, lycanthropy should be a curse. Yes, yes, I know some stories will tell you that it is a regal coming of age experience. And that it is an honor to be a magnificent werewolf. Phooey!  The person who becomes afflicted is certainly damned. He or she is a monster. Why some writer thought werewolves should start shaving their chests and wearing jean shorts is a riddle for the ages. And don’t get me started on leaping into the air and then landing as a large four-legged Pekinese bear. Lon Chaney is surely twitching in his grave.

      Aside from any werewolf blasphemy, I love discovering a new entry worth its salt. The latest on my “super spectacular” wolf list is the UK version of Being Human. While the American version tries to stoke the same fires, it’s really the UK version that sails into respectable wolf genre territory. I’m halfway through the second season (So no one ruin the third season for me) and I’m pretty impressed so far with the wolf character “George” played by Russell Tovey. He strikes the right balance of fear, shame, and eventual acceptance of his curse. The horror and resignation is there, but also this sort of subtle charm that belies the real “monster” he can become. There is no CGI (Computer Generated Images) for the audience to lazily rely on. For a television show, an albeit gritty and no-holds barred television show, the graphic detail is phenomenal and the use of traditional special effects is impressive.

      I will say this, and I mean it from the bottom of my wolf-lore heart — THERE IS NO PLACE FOR CGI WEREWOLF TRANSFORMATIONS. What would An American Werewolf in London be if David’s transformation resembled that of a large cartoon dog? If Michael J. Fox looked in the mirror to see a computer generated image when he utters, “Geez Louise.” Urgh. CGI is the bane of my supernatural/sci-fi existence. It is so overused, and usually so under needed. It doesn’t give everything depth. In many instances it loses the realism and just launches whatever you’re looking at into “incredibly fake” territory. Don’t think so? Look back at the auspices of this invention and refer to the first Mortal Kombat movie adaptation. Good Gravy! Was that a dragon or maniacal vomit wearing a technicolor dreamcoat? Awful.

      Dragons-of-shit not included, why are we so fascinated with the werewolf? Does it speak more to the frailty of man and our ability to feel cursed, or is it some feral knowledge that deep down we feel that there is a beast truly within us, one that we are each in our own ways trying to contain? Perhaps it’s more about the existence of transformation. Maybe we all hope that we can transform into being something more than ourselves. That we have the ability to become something bigger and more powerful, something that is undeniable, and hard to ignore. That we are a force to be reckoned with. There is something about the eventual acceptance and giving in to our circumstances no matter how horrific, or redeeming, that translate. Letting the beast win could be seen as losing your humanity, or possibly it could be accepting the parts of humanity that we often ignore. The choice to be a monster is an individual decision.

      Werewolves in movies are not the sole interpretation of the likes of Stephenie Meyer and her bevy of non-shirted hunk-wolves. No, cinema and television have been the birthplace of the wolf for generations. And each new generation adds just a bit more to the lore to make a complete compendium of wolves from bipeds to quadrupeds, to full shifters to half shifters, to teenage wolves, wolves backpacking, girl wolves, boy wolves, middle aged wolves, medieval wolves, and King of Pop wolves — the curse runs the gamut.

      But as we get even further into the 21st century the evolution of the werewolf is bound to take on even new shapes so to speak. Werewolves have often played second fiddle to their fellow monster brethren. Vampires have taken over the show, Zombies and their penchant for apocalypse have overshadowed the wolf, and aliens still manage to rake in movie dollars. The plight of the werewolf in modern times has been significantly reduced, mostly landing them in the B-movie category. Or shamefully worked into an overwrought period piece with not enough new elements to add to the genre, and relegating it to workable CGI (that they’ve built the whole movie on) and stunted acting from the stars of such film. See: Benicio Del Torro and Anthony Hopkins in a remake of The Wolfman. But I think the return of the wolf is coming, because just how many beautiful undead creatures can we really watch, and just how many chemical outbreaks can cause the Walking Dead? Somewhere, someone will establish a righteous ode to the moon cursed. And I’ll be waiting.

      Here are some of my  particular favorite Werewolf films:

      • An American Werewolf in London — Classic. A comedy but with some really terrifying scenes
      • The Wolfman original — Iconic film sets the standard
      • The Howling — Great effects. Often comedic but still a scary turn
      • Silver Bullet — Stephen King and one evil mofo werewolf
      • Wolf — Nicholson has some brilliant lines in this one, and out acts all his younger counterparts as a wolf with a seriously vicious mid-life crisis
      • Dog Soldiers — Funny, scary, and rife with great lore. Never just hang out at a desolate house in the woods…because wolves could live there
      • Wolfen — Native American wolf legend, murder mystery, a reentry into the wolf genre in the early 80’s.
      • Ginger Snaps — Girl wolves with teen angst. Remarkably impressive in the genre.
      • Teen Wolf — Campy, fun, a must. If for no other reason MJ.Fox is awesome.
      • Underworld — The lesser of the few, but as a newer offering, pretty hard to ignore. Yawr, there’s CGI, but at least they try for a little balance.

      Got any others? Let me know what they are and why you like them in the comments, or hate on a few that were just atrocious. Skinwalkers Feh!

      Sunday Evening Open Thread

      Hope you had a great day. I miss when the X Files were on Sunday night, so here is a little flashback to get your evening started.

       

      Oh, and they totally warned us about 9/11.

      Let’s not forget about these guys.

      Have a great night and stop over to the Writer’s Workshop if you have a minute.

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      Netflix Sunday: Who should (and shouldn’t) catch up on ‘Doctor Who’

      We all have them.  The TV shows we missed out on when they originally aired because we  didn’t know about them until ages later, or hadn’t heard of them because they’re on the real BBC, but BBC America won’t air them because they want to show the non-BBC Star Trek, TNG at the same freaking time as Syfy.  But I digress.

      Your solution is Netflix.  We all know Netflix and we should all have Netflix, because, well, it’s eight damn dollars a month for streaming only, and if you can’t shell that out for some awesome entertainment you missed out on the first time around, there’s nothing I can do for you here.

      *ahem*

      Speaking of the BBC, my first suggestion is no surprise to anyone who knows me or has asked for TV suggestions on or off the internet: Doctor Who.

      If you’re not familiar, Doctor Who is about a humanoid alien who travels through all of space and time, having adventures and saving the day (or all of eternity).  Not bad for a lonely Time Lord.

      Doctor Who is a blend of sci-fi, fantasy, and a little bit of British wit and is always fascinating, exciting, and never boring.  The show provides a fantastic mix of serious, heart-wrenching episodes as well as those with the perfect balance of suspense and humor.  Each incarnation of The Doctor has his own personality and sense of style, and creates his own reality that seamlessly ties who he once was to who he is now.

      The show also tells multiple stories as the series goes on.  Some are complete after a few episodes, and others continue through seasons and between incarnations of the Doctor.  There’s plot development with most episodes, even if it’s in a minute amount.  There are some that are great episodes seemingly independently of the rest of the series, but then the theme or character turns up unexpectedly in another storyline and another time.  It’s not as complex as Lost* was in that you don’t have to keep a database updated with every line of every episode, but it does require some attention to detail – and the end in the stories of the Whoniverse actually make sense!

      Doctor Who, as it exists now, is going into Season 6 this spring.  However, it’s technically season 32, which requires an explanation that I’ll give…. now.  The show originated in 1963 via the good people at the BBC.  An older gentleman by the name of William Hartnell played the role of the Doctor, and the show became so popular that by the time he wanted to retire, the producers decided to give the Doctor the ability to regenerate.  Per the show, when the doctor is so sick or injured he cannot recover, he has can regenerate into a completely new person.  He gets a new look, personality and fashion sense because the Doctor is never a jeans and t-shirt type, the man’s got style, dammit.

      In any case, the show premiered in 1963, went off the air in the 80s, and was re-launched as an American version in 1996 which failed miserably.  In fact, that might be the origin of “epic fail”, but then was finally relaunched by the BBC, as it should be, in 2005 with the introduction of the 9th Doctor.

      The Doctor gets lonely, so he usually has at least one companion with him on his adventures to add a human element, give him company, and most conveniently for the sake of exposition.  Typically the companions are young and female.  It seems the 900 year old Doctor is probably secretly a dirty old man, but we don’t get to see that on camera.  Only his genius, charm, and distinctive sense of style are visible to us, the lowly human audience.

      Season 1 of the relaunch, (or season 27 if you prefer), stars Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor, and Billie Piper plays his companion, Rose.  You might be familiar with Piper from Secret Diary of a Call Girl, and Christopher Eccleston because he’s awesome, and also because he sort of recently played the invisible guy on Heroes.  I mean, when he wasn’t invisible at least.

      Seasons 2-4 brings about the 10th Doctor – one Mr. David Tennant of Barty Crouch Jr (and some of those Shakespeare guy’s performances) fame.  At a young age, Mr. Tennant decided to be an actor and would tell people that one day he would grow up to play Doctor Who on TV.  Now, my childhood plan of living at Disney World never panned out, but I’m happy for him anyway.

      The newer series has plenty of nods to the original, so there’s still the Doctor Who familiarity for those who have seen the older ones but not this new set.  There is a variety of original series villains, such as the classic Daleks, Cybermen, and the living plastic Autons.  New villains and characters are introduced, such as Lady Cassandra O’Brien Dot Delta Seventeen, the Face of Boe, the (farting) Slitheens, and my personal favorite the Weeping Angels.

      Since the BBC employs approximately 37 working actors, there are some familiar faces through the series such as Billie Piper of Secret Diary of a Call Girl as the Doctor’s first companion, Rose, Simon Pegg in a delightfully creepy role, Freema Agyeman, now of Law & Order, UK, and Catherine Tate, of the hilarious Catherine Tate show (which you should also watch).  You’ll also be able to pick out a variety of Harry Potter actors; Rita Skeeter, Barty Crouch Sr, Moaning Myrtle, and freaking DUMBLEDORE (not as Dumbledore).  Also, Carey Mulligan, some actors from the British Being Human, and some kick-ass Shakespearian actors.

      Seasons 1-4, plus all the applicable specials are on Netflix streaming.  Unfortunately, though season 5 is out on DVD, it has not yet been added to the streaming queue.  BBC America will likely have a season 5 marathon someday soon before season 6 premieres though, so you’ll be able to catch up then if you so desire.

      Still not sure?  Maybe this will help:

      Watch Doctor Who if:

      • You have a soul
      • You’re ok with a budget production and suspending disbelief when it comes to several special effects
      • You like any sci-fi series: Battlestar Galactica, any Star Wars, etc.
      • You enjoy cliffhangers, recurring characters and themes, and having to pay attention to a plot.
      • You find British Accents sexy or just generally nice to listen to.
      • You enjoy action, but not really much killing and almost zero blood and guts (there may be one time, I can’t remember)

      Do not watch Doctor Who if:

      • You have no tolerance for fantasy, nor any ability to suspend disbelief.  There are some slightly holey plot points that may require this ability.
      • You hate sci-fi.  In fact, if you hate the genre, we’re probably not going to do too well here overall.
      • You think British people sound funny and you don’t like them.  Again, if that’s you, we’re not going to get along.
      • You hate having to follow a plot over several episodes to know what’s happening.

      In the meantime, happy Netflixing!

      *that show will never end up in this series

       

      The (Accidentally On-Purpose) Other Woman

      Salome Valentine:

      In the wake of thatgirl’s reading my post here entitled “In Praise Of Older Men,” she and I got into a lengthy discussion regarding the dynamic of our mutual attraction to men significantly older than ourselves.  Our conversation soon came around to the topic of having affairs or relationships with involved or married men.  We decided to co-author this somewhat revealing first-person piece based on each of our own experiences.

      While I have always said to myself that I would never get involved with a married man (and I never have), my now long-term boyfriend was involved with another woman when we met.  He and I both managed to assiduously avoid our undeniable attraction for each other for four months.  But it was certainly a “resistance is futile” situation of tremendous mutual lust for both of us, and his relationship with his girlfriend ended very soon after he and I got together. (I was single when he and I met.)

      I have heard it said many times that it’s “not as bad” to have a sexual liaison with a man who is merely involved and not married, because marriage is a deliberate, lifetime commitment, and there are often also children caught in the emotional crossfire.  I understand this rationale, but honestly, I think there’s a fundamental breach of personal integrity involved regardless. Granted, it’s of a comparatively different degree, but I felt guilty for what I had done nonetheless.  Many years later, it’s now a moot point.

      I’ll never forget meeting my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend for the first time, soon after they separated.  He had gone by to pick up a few things he’d left at her place, and I’d gone along for the ride, as we had plans together later on in that general direction.  Naively, I had assumed that if I stayed in the car, there would be no drama.  As my boyfriend exited the car and walked towards her house,  I saw his ex leaving her house, walking as if to meet him halfway.  As she handed him the last of the toiletries he’d left at her place, she took a long hard look at me sitting in the car and admonished him, “How could you?  She’s young enough to be your daughter.”  (It sounds like something out of a Lifetime movie script, but it really happened.  I felt about two feet tall at the time.)

      As someone who has been cheated on before, I can say that I should have known better than to pursue someone who was involved with someone else. Certainly, I would make better choices now than I did when I was in my twenties.  But, I have no lasting regret, because my relationship has been very enduring, enjoyable and worthwhile.  Both my boyfriend and I have lived and learned from our past mistakes.  What I wonder is why we – people in general, not just women – are so drawn to others who are seemingly unattainable.  I’m sure there are mental health professionals all over the world who are still pondering that moral, ethical and highly individual enigma.

      thatgirl:

      I don’t think most people set out to form liaisons with unattainable/ unavailable people—at least not consciously. There’s more than one kind of unavailable, as well. The married or otherwise committed sort of unavailable is fairly easy to spot. They’re the guys who list “discreet” as their status via online dating sites; they’re the ones you meet over cocktails, and describe their marriages as “unhappy”, or they’ll insist that the divorce is all done but for the signatures on papers.

      The other kind of unavailable was touched upon by MissLinda last week in her “IRL” dating post: people who are either emotionally incapable of an adult relationship, or those who, unknowingly, give off the “Not interested” vibe. This story is about the former kind.

      A late spring in Rome saw me fall for a man 30 years my senior. Giovanni was world-wise and patient—a hand holder and door opener, which was so unlike the guys I was used to meeting in my early 20s. He had time for four-hour dinner dates, second bottles of wine, and bedtime phone calls from wherever he was traveling, in whatever time zone. It was an immediately enveloping and fiery liaison. Flowers and air tickets would appear at my building, and I’d drop everything, including my work to meet him, anywhere.

      Months of excitement gave way to exhaustion, and the reality that I couldn’t keep up a developing career, and a love affair of international intrigue. I longed for a consistent sleep, more than a week or so in the same time zone, and time with friends. With Giovanni’s assurance that his business required the globetrotting, I ended it. Not one to take “no” for an answer, his invitations continued, unabated, until my overflowing voicemail box told him not to expect a response.

      A business meeting months later brought us back together, if only for one more torturous afternoon of him begging me to come back. He almost tempted me, but I was resolute that I’d have my life on my terms. A flight awaited that would take me to a trade show, where a new love interest said he’d meet me over the weekend. I was walking down the jetway when an unfamiliar number came up on my phone. I answered it, only to meet my ex-lover’s wife. Who knew he had one stashed far away, on the North Shore of Chicago?

      She scolded me for getting involved with someone so much older, telling me that I had my whole life in front of me. And besides, she added, he was a notorious philanderer, and would only wind up cheating on me. “Perhaps he is,” I replied, “but he’s your problem now!” and I promptly hung up. Giovanni spent the next 48 hours filling my voicemail box, begging me to return…and to never again talk to his wife.

      This was a bit before we started Googleing people or otherwise checking the background of potential paramours. Considering all the time I’d spent with him, Giovanni’s intact marriage did come as a surprise. I did feel for his wife, who’d clearly been down this road with him prior. I chalked it up to my youth, and being drunk on the adventure, but I made it a point to avoid obligated men going forward—to the degree that anyone could.

      Now I’m trying to help a girlfriend wean herself off the allure of her married lover. Part of me feels that her self-esteem prevents her from seeking something that’s better for everyone in the equation. Unfortunately, lover-man is happy to hang on, as long as she’s willing. She’s smart, funny, and over 40.  I’m refraining from comparing her to Carrie Bradshaw… but perhaps that’s her story to tell.

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

      “The Other Woman” – Ray Parker, Jr.