I had a weird Star Trek phase when I was a kid. Not “weird” like “obsessive,” or “weird” like all nerdy phases seemed to be back then. I mean that the way I came to the series was strange, and I’m hard-pressed to geolocate myself in the continuum of Star Trek fans. Trek fandom is literally Generational: The most distinct line in the sand gets drawn between those people who will always roll hard for the original crew and those people who prefer The Next Generation.
The distinctions are vague, but obvious. Kirk and Co. were bold adventurers setting off to cheap Pop Art worldscapes populated by midcentury allegories. Picard and friends were more cerebral but also more whimsical. To a certain extent, those two generations are their respective captains: Brash and bold and cheesy-wonderful Kirk, wry and troubled and dripping-with-gravitas Picard.
You can drill down further. There are people who roll hard for Deep Space Nine, a TV show that doesn’t get the respect it deserves for pioneering long-form sci-fi serialization. I know people who love Voyager, a show that always felt saddled with overriding anxiety-of-influence syndrome—it wanted to be a weirder Deep Space Nine, but kept getting turned into a goofier Next Generation. But Voyager has Kathryn Janeway, and this: READ FULL STORY