I Stopped Watching ‘Game of Thrones’ a Long Time Ago

You don’t have to be a “Game Of Thrones” viewer at this point to be familiar with the show’s history of depicting rape on screen. But a scene that aired last Sunday stirred and upset many fans and casual viewers alike, especially among the feminist community.

The controversial sequence prompted The Mary Sue, a pop culture blog with a feminist point of view, to declare that they’d “no longer be actively promoting the HBO series.”

I stopped watching Game of Thrones several seasons ago. I saw this rape issue coming well before the Cersei/Jaime “incident,” and certainly before Sansa’s wedding night (both of which I did not see, obviously).

I have a hard time watching rape on screen. I acknowledge that, sometimes, it’s genuinely relevant to character development or plot progression. If I really want to see something, I am usually able to fast forward through the rape scenes, or just leave the room until they’re over, and return for the rest of the film. And, I don’t mind doing that under certain circumstances.

However, it became clear to me that the reasons Games of Thrones creators had for adding rape were swiftly falling apart. There comes a point when none of the arguments for their being present hold up.

For example: “It’s revealing the severity of women’s oppression, and just how bad things are for them. Yet, they survive.”

I’ve been reading that argument at lot lately. Here’s the problem: we know. We know how bad things were and are for women, in life and in the show. You’ve established rape is commonplace, and that’s an important thing to understand. However, when you throw in rape over, and over, and over again, increasing the level of violence and taboo each time you do, it becomes pretty clear that you’re counting on that very real horror to draw audiences in by creating controversy. In other words, you’re taking advantage of women’s oppression for the sake of shock value.

Well, it’s working.

Everyone’s talking about it. Hell, here I am and I don’t even watch the show anymore.

None of this surprises me, because it became obvious to me by season two that the show was going to do absolutely anything to be the most “edgy” show on television. The violence, the sex, the language, it was all growing at an incredibly quick rate. It reached gratuitous levels by the end of season two. Thus, I called it quits.

I am concerned about impressionable viewers becoming accustomed to the idea of rape in a problematic way, about people becoming desensitized to the severity of it because they see it all the time. Women experience it, they survive it, and then they move on. All’s normal, right?


What’s to be done? I’m not sure. Game of Thrones is popular enough that, even with the current backlash, I don’t see them making any significant changes anytime soon. But, it’s still a free country (how long that will last, I cannot say). And I have the right to express my opinion, and to choose not to watch the show.


Jezebel: Feminist Mad Max

Guess what’s got my large intestine in a septic knot today, MANmerica? The extreme pussification and dude-slicing feminism that has taken Mad Max: Fury Road—a movie that should have been about two greased up male torsos in a UFC fight on the back of on a loud motorcycle—into a crotch-kicking misandrist fantasy starring some dyke named Furiosa who doesn’t even show us her tits. THE BETAFICATION OF AMERICA CONTINUES. MAD MAX HAS BEEN RUINED.

This article is so awesome I’m not going to add to it.


Mother’s Day: “Mother” Doesn’t Equal “Better”

Sorry about Mother’s Day, my childfree girlfriends: Moms aren’t any more special (or unselfish) than you

It’s hard for people who’ve lost their moms. It’s hard for those who had crummy moms — and believe me, it hasn’t escaped my notice that in our cultural glorification of motherhood, the fact that a lot of women who’ve had children have done a piss poor of raising them seems to get conveniently left out a lot. And it can also be hard for women who don’t have children, in this season of constant reminders that the best and most important “job” a woman could ever aspire to is motherhood. So to all my female friends who aren’t moms, I just want you to know that I call BS on this garbage too.

Let me be clear; I don’t want to eliminate Mother’s Day. Go on, celebrate mothers!

Well, celebrate good mothers.

I suppose it’s because I’m at “that” age. I’m nearly 30, and most people I know are married, or getting married, having babies, etc. And, that’s great. It’s just not what I’ve chosen to do.

Instead, I, and others like me, have pursued a career, experiences, and dreams. I assume I’ll get married one day, or at least have a permanent, devoted partner. But, it’s not a goal for me. I will contribute to the world in other ways. And, as for children…let’s just say it will have to be by accident or other unforeseen circumstances.

Despite this lifestyle being more common than it once was, society still glorifies motherhood. In fact, it over-glorifies it.

Not all mothers are good mothers.

Mother doesn’t always know best.

Mothers don’t always deserve respect.

Not all women need to be mothers to be fulfilled.

Not all women need to be mothers to be worthy of recognition.

Don’t get me wrong; I don’t need a “holiday” to feel like I’ve accomplished something. I just don’t like feeling alienated by this holiday and the culture surrounding it.

Some people don’t have mothers.

Some people had terrible mothers.

Some people will never be mothers.

Some mothers lost their children.

Some mothers have awful children.

Some mothers wish they hadn’t given birth at all.

The list is endless. Can we please celebrate mothers without excluding others? And can we please stop acting like motherhood is the “end all, be all”?

What’s So Erotic in 50 Shades?

Finally, I get the sex in Fifty Shades of Grey

This book is ubiquitously described as “erotic”; something, evidently, is turning people on. But what? It can’t be the sex scenes. They are brief, sporadic and tamer than a Legoland tea party. Basically, there’s a lot of chat about bondage that doesn’t happen. It may seem kinky at first glance, but look again: this is a book that puts the “b” into anal. At one point, a man’s penis is referred to as “his essentials”. It’s so un-erotic, you could read it to sex offenders and call it therapy.

I hate the series, and this article is hilarious.