By gum, if we're going to have a "Doctor Who" category here at the Conversation, I'm going to use it to talk about something other than the State of the Union Address, because I think the current state of the union can be best captured by my desire to never watch another State of the Union Address. Somewhere out there in America, my high-school civics teacher is enjoying his long-delayed victory in the argument over whether I would ever have to pay close attention to such things. Well-played, sir, well-played.
So anyway, there's a new Doctor. (He's not actually called "Doctor Who," for those unfamiliar with the show, although some of the later episodes have made an annoying fetish of slipping the phrase into episode-ending dialogue.) This is a rather amazing bit of popular culture: a television show that just celebrated its fiftieth anniversary. It was off the air for a while in the Nineties, so it's not quite 50 years of continuous broadcasting, but still: wow. And it's nowhere near running out of gas.