Into the Darkness

“Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.”

Like everyone who watches the HBO hit show Game of Thrones, I’m completely in love with the Khalessi character. Former naïve virgin who evolves into a powerful queen, leader of a large and fiercely loyal army, and a mother of dragons, she’s an all-around badass.

One of my favorite Khaleesi scenes is when she has to burn the body of her recently deceased warrior king husband. During the funeral ritual, she bravely walks into the fire, carrying three dragon eggs that were gifted to her on her wedding day. Her advisors and followers are all terrified, thinking that after losing her husband and birthing a stillborn baby, she’s about to commit suicide.

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The Pushy Picture Man and Why Persistence is Effing Annoying

Friday night, I was at happy hour celebrating a friend’s birthday. It was the usual yuppie setting: drinks, the obligatory “So, what do you do” conversations with strangers, and a guy with a camera working the room to document the fun. I wasn’t necessarily in a bad mood, but I wasn’t in a particularly social one either. I didn’t engage much with the strangers who tried to make conversations, preferring the company of just my friends and my glasses of Jameson and ginger ale.

As the Picture Man made his rounds, he asked me and my girls to group up for a pic. I wasn’t enthusiastic about having my photo taken and he could tell, asking if we needed to get a few more drinks in before we felt photogenic. “Yeah,” I said, just wanting him to go away.

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