This past Sunday at 10:19 pm EDT, I (and literally millions of others) bore witness to the end of an era: the final episode of Game of Thrones. It seems trite to pay tribute to the end of a TV show, but as the final credits rolled, I found myself emotional, not at the content of the ending (which was far from perfect, as almost literally everyone has pointed), but in the fact of it.
For much of this season of Game of Thrones, I have seen an overwhelming amount of criticism that Sansa is the weak link of her siblings. The last to “level up.” The whiny and annoying one. Certainly, she is not a trained assassin, an all-knowing prophet or an incest-having King in the North, but the conclusion that she is weak is rooted in misogyny. Her story is fraught with abuse, rape and torture, and despite this, she has won battles, regained her family’s home, ruled the north and successfully manipulated a master manipulator to his rightful death. So why then is she regarded as weak?
Because she’s a Lady.