My type of guy
Star Trek’s Scotty was a real guy, a regular guy. I knew an engineer who told me that, until he watched Star Trek he thought an engineer was a guy who drove a subway. Scotty inspired not only thousands of future engineers, he also inspired many a TV and film character, my favorite of which was Mac from Chicken Run
[the plane reels as Mrs. Tweedy hangs on to it]
Fowler: Great Scott, what was that?
Mac: A cling-on, Cap’n, and the engines can’t take it.
It’s impossible to understate Doohan’s appeal – if you sneak into a NASA control room during a mission and ask the controllers how many chose their profession because of Scotty, half the hands in the room would go up. No one wanted to go into space because of that whiny little red-head kid on Lost in Space. It takes something indefinable to be a Kirk, it takes med school to be a McCoy, it takes green blood to be Spock, but Scotty – aye. Any man could be Scotty, if he applied himself. And he’d be among manly things, too.
In a hundred years from now, no one will remember Brad Pitt. But they’ll have a picture of Scotty taped up in the break room off the moon shuttle.
Sure, Spock was moody in a sexy sort of way, Kirk was a party guy, but Scotty was the guy you’d marry.
I should know, I married a techie.