We've been told, for example, that Tyrion is brilliant while he consistently does incredibly stupid things again and again. We are being told, now, that Jon Snow is clearly the best candidate for president because his bros are slapping him on the back in the meadhall for making a pretty good speech and borrowing the keys to his girlfriend's dragon a couple times. Even though he: 1) Doesn't want it 2) Is bad at it 3) Again, I think it's really important to say how bad he is at it, because that was the whole point of Ned's story and Robb's story and every Stark man's story—that they don't care about politics; they care about their personal honor regardless of what it costs them.

And yet here is Varys the Spider, the string-puller in every dark and ruthless corner of the Seven Kingdoms, agreeing that beerhall camaraderie is more important to leadership than being consistently good at your job for more than five seconds. "She's too strong for him," says Varys, by means of disqualifying Daenerys as queen to Jon's king.

It's not sounding or feeling cool from moment to moment. It's about the people, and all the weird and wonderful and extremely sad ways they interact, even and especially when there are ice zombies and dragons and fake worlds circumscribing them.

And this is the problem with last night's episode, the one it doesn't even understand: It's all about women orbiting men, about how they look through that limited context, and how that's the measure of this world's future. So much for breaking the wheel, when the limit of your power will always be defined by how much you threaten your boyfriend in the eyes of his buddies!

The victory feast is a parade of characters acting like bullies to women for no reason, often to women they like. Why does Tyrion decide to publicly embarrass Brienne for being a virgin, and then demand details of her genitals from Jaime? Why does the Hound decide to try and humiliate Sansa for being raped? Why do we get to hear Sansa defend this on the basis that her debasement by men—not the fact that she has run the North like a queen and killed most of her enemies—is the locus of her strength? Or Dany telling Jon that he shouldn't trust his sister because of all the rapes: "She's not the girl you grew up with. Not after what she's seen. Not after what they've done to her." None of this makes sense.

Tormund, who two episodes ago was all about the practical, egalitarian feminism of letting people be rewarded for whatever they're good at—why not knight Brienne?—ends up declaring that Jon should be king because he, I dunno, got on a dragon like Dany has been doing for literal years now? Also, who thought it was a good idea to put the only black woman on the show in literal chains and then murder her to make a white woman have feelings?

Nobody grows. Nobody gets better or more interesting. The story of Game of Thrones right now is a story of regression, of spectacle over humanity. Maybe the saddest moment in all of this is when Jaime, the poster child for the redemptive character arc, the man who has earned better and earned better and earned it again, is offered happiness and hope and throws it all away because the plot demands that he has to be in King's Landing for the next couple episodes. That's the problem when you stop caring about characters, about humans in your stories, and only care about the denouement and not how you get there. You become cruel, and you force people to be cruel to themselves and others to get them where you need them to go, and you say that it is the story of the world.

Nobody grows. Nobody gets better or more interesting. The story of Game of Thrones right now is a story of regression, of spectacle over humanity.

The most tragic time of any diminishing faith is when it must admit its lack of relevance and simply cannot, when something that once felt vital and important becomes a dead book full of dead gods being danced to life again by opportunistic or hidebound fundamentalists. Tell me about the truer faith: The kind that admits its own faults or the kind that defines itself by its inherent inability to fail. Which one will take you where?

One of the few scenes in Sunday's episode that that felt like something approaching an authentic character arc was Arya's refusal of Gendry's marriage proposal. From Septa Mordane to her parents to Gendry, people have always wanted her to be something different than what she knew she was: a lady, No One, a wife. She tells Gendry the same things she told her father so many years ago: "That's not me." She has always known herself, not as a static concept but as someone who has both grown and remained entirely true to herself.

If only Game of Thrones knew how to do that anymore on any broader level. If we want to say that this story means anything, that has to mean everything. And when it doesn't, when it fails itself and every bit of belief you ever invested in it, that has to mean something too.

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