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So... remember all my ranting about the Lannisters?
When I watched Game of Thrones for the first time while season 1 was still airing, I was firmly Team Stark. I loved Ned Stark and his tragic, terribly inconvenient sense of honor. I loved Catelyn’s strength and poise and love for her husband and her family. I loved Bran and Robb and Jon Snow, and I adored Arya. (And if I disliked Sansa, I have come to understand that it was only because she acts like many teenage girls would in her very difficult situation.)
Of course, there were other characters I genuinely liked as well, namely Tyrion Lannister, who might just be my favorite character on the whole show. Daenerys is another character who I deeply admire, and there are all sorts of other people who fell into the “despicable but wonderfully interesting” category for me, but…
Let’s just say that if I had any talent at knitting at all, my very tiny dog would have a sweater that says “My Other Dog is a Dire Wolf” above the House Stark sigil. (Someone make this please?)
But then, last Sunday, Rae and I marathoned episodes 3-10 while grading. (I’ve seen 1 and 2 enough times, and the end of 2 always makes me want to throw things at the television, so we skipped straight to 3.) And something unexpected happened. I tripped and fell onto the Lannister bandwagon. Whereas before, I thought Jaime and Cersei were awful people who just happened to be extraordinarily pretty, I can now admit that there are some shades of grey here that I’ve got to face. Yes. Jaime pushes Bran out a window. Not moral choice, but the argument could be made that he was protecting Cersei and their children. Catelyn and Robb Stark lead an army south and practically start a war. Why? Because they fear for Ned and the girls’ safety. A lot of people died because of that, but no one really seems to be concerned about it. (Yes, I know, Bran was an innocent kid and the soldiers on both sides nominally chose to be there. I never claimed Jaime was a saint, and, I think, neither would he.)
So… the inside of my brain has looked like this for the past week:
“LannistersLannistersLannistersLannisters DAMN IT! I should not find them this compelling or sympathetic or gorgeous! *finds interesting Jaime/Cersei picture on tumblr* Oooh.. Pretty… LannistersLannistersLannisters…”
The fact that Jaime’s actor is so traditionally masculine and gorgeous is not helping matters. Nor is the fact that he is brilliantly insightful and interesting in interviews he gives about his character.
*sigh* So… this is my admission. I like Jaime and Cersei. They do bad things, but they do them for complicated reasons. And underneath all the arrogance and sarcasm and meanness that they put on for the world, they might just be two people who love each other a great deal, and it’s hard to condemn them for that.
Yes. I ship it. *hides*
Of course, there were other characters I genuinely liked as well, namely Tyrion Lannister, who might just be my favorite character on the whole show. Daenerys is another character who I deeply admire, and there are all sorts of other people who fell into the “despicable but wonderfully interesting” category for me, but…
Let’s just say that if I had any talent at knitting at all, my very tiny dog would have a sweater that says “My Other Dog is a Dire Wolf” above the House Stark sigil. (Someone make this please?)
But then, last Sunday, Rae and I marathoned episodes 3-10 while grading. (I’ve seen 1 and 2 enough times, and the end of 2 always makes me want to throw things at the television, so we skipped straight to 3.) And something unexpected happened. I tripped and fell onto the Lannister bandwagon. Whereas before, I thought Jaime and Cersei were awful people who just happened to be extraordinarily pretty, I can now admit that there are some shades of grey here that I’ve got to face. Yes. Jaime pushes Bran out a window. Not moral choice, but the argument could be made that he was protecting Cersei and their children. Catelyn and Robb Stark lead an army south and practically start a war. Why? Because they fear for Ned and the girls’ safety. A lot of people died because of that, but no one really seems to be concerned about it. (Yes, I know, Bran was an innocent kid and the soldiers on both sides nominally chose to be there. I never claimed Jaime was a saint, and, I think, neither would he.)
So… the inside of my brain has looked like this for the past week:
“LannistersLannistersLannistersLannisters DAMN IT! I should not find them this compelling or sympathetic or gorgeous! *finds interesting Jaime/Cersei picture on tumblr* Oooh.. Pretty… LannistersLannistersLannisters…”
The fact that Jaime’s actor is so traditionally masculine and gorgeous is not helping matters. Nor is the fact that he is brilliantly insightful and interesting in interviews he gives about his character.
*sigh* So… this is my admission. I like Jaime and Cersei. They do bad things, but they do them for complicated reasons. And underneath all the arrogance and sarcasm and meanness that they put on for the world, they might just be two people who love each other a great deal, and it’s hard to condemn them for that.
Yes. I ship it. *hides*