I’m going to pick the fastest ship in our fleet. I’m going to choose the fifty best killers in the Iron Islands. I’m going to sail up the Narrow Sea all the way to the Weeping Water. I’m going to march on the Dreadfort. I’m going to find my little brother. And I’m going to bring him home.
This was the real “who run the world, girls” moment for me tonight. Sometimes I just don’t feel as empowered by the HBO Daenerys as the show assumes I should be.
I think the show doesn’t understand that Asha (aka Yarra) and Brienne are as much fantasy fulfillment for girls as Dany and Cersei are. I love the idea of being that unquestionably powerful without having to be a size 4 with perfect hair and makeup, that I could just get a whole bunch of trained respectable warriors to follow me because they respected me, that I could have the resources to just get up and go and put my money where my mouth is.
And as much as I love the “pretty girl rock” girls on Game of Thrones, I fantasize about being Asha and Brienne too. I love the idea of not having to look perfect and still have the professional respect and understanding of worthy men.