I’d had a lengthy piece in progress about Game of Thrones and its treatment of Sansa. And how nothing should ever be forever off the table for an artist to depict, provided it servers a narrative purpose. And how thinking a line had been crossed was a perfectly valid reaction, as was thinking the opposite.
And the whole thing was coming across as so condescending and self-aggrandizing I just ditched the whole thing.
Of course you can think what you want about art. You don’t need me to tell you that. And you certainly don’t need to read the clumsily circuitous writing involved in trying to defend the existence of a rape scene without coming across as, “Yay rape!”
So never mind.
Here, have something uplifting instead. My head’s too fried for much else right now anyway.