I guess it’s an acquired taste

Growing up a Star Wars kid, I never had much interest in Star Trek. In fact, I thought it was totally lame. I don’t know what sparked this distaste in me? Maybe seeing it on late in the evening and associating it with the shows on Nick at Nite that made me want to vom.

Regardless, whatever sparked my disinterest, Star Trek was something I never really cared for. Sure the last movie was pretty BA (badass), and I actually enjoyed the first feature film too, but the show was never on my radar. That recently changed while flipping channels.

While staying at my aunt’s house in Melbourne (this being the first time I've had TV in nearly seven months), I was craving something American. The only thing on from that side of the world was Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. While I’m sure some actual Star Trek fans may gasp at me saying this is what piqued my interest in the show, but hear me out. I can’t tell you any of the names of the characters, but the black captain was there, the oddly attractive, short-haired alien was on the Enterprise, as well as the security commander who doesn't use phasers. My knowledge of the show is obviously very dismal.

What made me think that I need to actually give the show (all thousand years, episodes, and spin-offs) a chance was, besides loving aliens, there was a lot of depth to the dialogue. While the acting and special effects were a bit cheesy, the undertones of the episode were moral high ground, intergalactic cultural competency and intergalactic law.

All of these topics were touched upon when a lost alien ended up on the enterprise, and the fleet realized he was being bread to be hunted in some mixed, Hunger Games style entertainment. I even saw a touch of dogmatic American pride. Who knew interstellar global asylum could be so fun?

I can’t promise that I’m gonna become a Treky, but I can say this: My original notion of Star Trek was definitely off pace.

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