An American reviews Doctor Who

Courtesy of BBC

Could someone please explain to me why it's such a big deal? A few days ago news broke that Peter Capaldi would be replacing Matt Smith as the Doctor. The blogosphere exploded. The American scratched her head in wonder. 

So I finally hankered down to watch my first episode on a friend's couch last week.

The Pants Problem

I have an issue with men's pants. I'm from California, where pants of choice for my male compadres is jeans, ripped or not ripped. Unfortunately when I was in junior high it wasn't the pants that bothered me so much as where they were resting, which was below the crotch. 

She doesn't even go here!

Courtesy of Valley 9000

My family keeps hoping I'll lose my accent. Ever since I moved to England, my mom keeps gushing about how awesome it would be if I came home talking more like a Brit. My grandma keeps saying the same thing, too.

Who would do that?!

Crazy people. And Madonna. 

Damn you Harry Potter!

I was asked the strangest question last year. I had just moved into my new dorm room in Bristol, fresh off the boat (or airplane, in this case) and ready to start my freshman year of college. Just as I was unpacking, my neighbors knocked on the door to introduce themselves. We clicked immediately and started chatting about differences between America and England. It was then that my new friend asked: "Is it true that everyone drinks out of red plastic cups at parties in America?"