RM and I have a weekend sans kiddies coming up, to which both of us are looking forward. That’s not to say that we don’t l-o-v-e our precious time with the little ones—we absolutely do. That said, once a month, RM and I get one very special weekend for the two of us. Since we’re not watching a family friendly flick with the wee ones on these weekends, we often find ourselves scrolling through the latest Netflix releases, looking for a movie or TV show that appeals to both of our interests. RM enjoys the sci-fi and action genres and the occasional rom-com. I’m very much a rom-com girl (surprise!), with the occasional drama or light action mixed in there.
While we have slightly different taste when it comes to movies and shows, the great part is that I end up watching things that I wouldn’t have chosen for myself and perhaps wouldn’t have seen otherwise. For example, we recently watched Star Trek and Olympus Has Fallen, both of which I really enjoyed. Sometimes though, I find that RM’s choices are a little too out there for me. Case in point: Game of Thrones, or, as I prefer to call it , Game of Thongs (GoT).
RM is a huge fan of the GoT books as well as the HBO TV series. Naturally, he was excitedly gearing up for the start of Season Three earlier this year. He was hoping that by introducing me to the show, I would become a die-hard fan alongside him, and we would enjoy the upcoming season together. Let’s just say, it didn’t go quite as RM had planned. My reaction to the first episode was one I can hardly put into words. I felt offended. Not just for me, but for women everywhere. For those of you unfamiliar with the series, the storyline is peppered with an unnecessary amount of boobage (yes, I made up that word). Not necessarily a surprise—it is HBO.
Okay, I thought to myself. I can handle a little boobs. RM did warn me that HBO had put its magical boob touch to it. I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re okay, Christina. Push through. Look beyond the boobs. They’re like elbows.
But it wasn’t just the boobs. At the end of the pilot episode, one woman was manhandled by the man with whom she had entered an arranged marriage. It left me feeling grimy. On top of all that, the show was pretty violent. I was so fired up after that episode that I told RM I couldn’t watch it again. GoT would have to be his thing.
After giving it some more thought, I decided that I didn’t really feel comfortable with him watching the show either. Now you may be thinking, Wow, that’s really unreasonable, prudish, and controlling of you, Christina. Hear me out first. I’m a firm believer of garbage in, garbage out. I’ve tried to be more intentional about that when it comes to what I read, watch, or listen to the older I’ve become. So that means, no Fifty Shades of Grey or Bared To You (That’s a different soap box that I’ll save for another post). I’ve even begun to prefer the edited versions of Sex and the City on TV to the actual DVDs that I own. From the first episode of GoT, it appeared to me that the show objectified women, and it also looked too violent and graphic to me. Of course, the final decision of whether to watch rested with RM, but I thought it was important that I share with him that it made me uncomfortable and would prefer he not watch it. For obvious reasons—and because he is an incredible, loving, and considerate BF—he decided to give it up. As you can imagine, RM, who is currently on book four, was pretty sad when Season Three started since he wouldn’t be watching it. He grieved over the loss, asking several times why HBO had to ruin such a great book series with smutty scenes that were completely unnecessary to the story line.
Since then, GoT has come up frequently, and RM has tried several times to get me to re-consider my decision. He even once stopped to tap a complete stranger sitting at a table in the mall reading a GoT novel to tell him, “Awesome book, man!” Then looked to me and said, “See! People love it!” He proceeded to tell me that the female characters were actually some of the strongest characters he had ever seen. He was convinced that if I just gave it five episodes, I would be hooked. I would change my tune.
Well, RM, now is your chance. I’ve decided, of my own accord, to start what I’m calling the Game of Thrones 5-Week Challenge. I am committing to watch one episode of GoT per week, for the next five weeks. I’ll provide updates as I progress into Season One.
I’d love to hear from you, dear readers—both women and men. Do you watch GoT? Do you believe it objectifies women? Is it possible to see past the boobs and blood? I’m not so sure… so my finger will be close to the “fast forward” button 😉
P.S. Here’s an interesting article I found that addresses some of these issues, including how women allegedly really feel about GoT: