I have not been so sad since Expo 88 finished, Sex And The City came to an end and Powderfinger disbanded. You see, I have the blues over Game Of Thrones ending. I know, I know. It’s a just a TV show, but for the past eight years it has been a constant in my life.
Each week it has been a solid date with my husband and I on a Monday night. We have pretty much been parents and married for that exact amount of time.
No matter how tired we have been as parents to newborns, we have sat down together on the couch to watch the next episode. No matter what life has thrown at us, good and bad, we have poured a wine and bonded over dragons. We have gained grey hairs and a dress size or two and our kids have grown up, but GoT was there for the journey.
And the characters. Wow. Jon Snow is the quintessential good guy who never let me down. The Mother of Dragons was relatable because she went through ordeals that women have gone through since the beginning of time. Then there is Tyrion Lannister, a dwarf with the sharpest mind and kindest heart, who I think is my favourite character. I have always loved an underdog and I have always had such compassion for his life journey. But then there is Sansa Stark, who I have watched grow up from a young girl to a powerhouse of a woman not to be messed with.
I have been reading a lot of David Gillespie’s Teen Brain book. It is a must-read if you have kids who use a smartphone or tablet. So this is pretty much every kid in Australia. The author talks about how we do not have to wait a whole week anymore for the next episode of our favourite show, we can binge on entire seasons at once.
Teens are addicted to that adrenalin hit that comes with watching the next episode of a show on YouTube and they do not have to learn to control those desires.
Remember in the old days we would wait for A Country Practice to come on our screens to watch Molly and Brendan battle the world? Then we grew up a little and Monday nights rocked because Friends was on. Sex and the City was my favourite show and I would count down the days to see what fabulously whacky outfit Carrie Bradshaw would be wearing.
I am not sure I will ever have a show as gripping as my past screen loves. It is the way of the world to expect and get instant gratification. So if you have any shows you can recommend, throw this old duck an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Until then, I will be crying over Jon Snow ditching me forever.