I guess I'm about 12 years old again when my family watched Star Trek religiously, before it was in syndication! Then over, and over, and over, and over in re-runs.

What did/do I know or care about acting? What did/do I care that he has a woman in every port?

I loved him just as much as all those different women who loved him week after week. I was an Indian maiden, a 1930's soup kitchen worker. He gave me life just like the robot who became real when he kissed her.

It has to be Shatner all the way, even if he is Canadian.