SPOILER ALERT! SERIOUSLY.
Last week at a meeting, someone who has “read the Game of Thrones books” (a distinction between types of viewers that didn’t matter to the non-readers until last night), casually mentioned she was having a viewing party on Sunday. “This isn’t the last episode?” I said. She replied: “Oh no, it’s the ninth episode. Something big always happens during the ninth episode.”
I should have known that I wouldn’t want to be alone.
TV watching has become so individualized. We watch shows on our own devices, alone and in separate rooms, whenever we want. So that’s why when something goes down like last night’s blood bath of an episode of Game of Thrones, everyone has to figure out a way to quickly band together, which is what I’ve been trying to do with anyone I can find since the show ended last night and I stared into the music-less credits on my laptop in complete shock.
I’ve been texting my friends and relatives who watch, emailing people and accosting any potential viewers in the halls at work. My brother is heartbroken. The girl who had the party says we can process today. And one of my bosses expressed my feelings exactly when he said: “I mean, I’m a professional. I know it isn’t REAL. But still…”
Is this what it takes to bring us television watchers back together? To bring this thing that has become so personalized back to what it used to be, about sharing and community and watching together? The wholesale murder of three of our favorite characters? Maybe. I’m not sure. I haven’t even watched last night’s Mad Men yet, the show that is in an emotional arms race with Game of Thrones, and now I’m not sure ready…
If you’re feeling alone in your pain, just know we are all in this together. If you don’t believe me, watch this video of people reacting to last night’s final moments, filmed of course, by their cruel friends who had, you know, “read the books.”