Kathleen Hull '13 | Feb. 11, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine
I recently tore through the first three seasons of the HBO drama Game of Thrones, and I’m beginning to suspect that the experience has left me an emotionally deformed monster. Indeed, I’m so afraid that the lavishly produced epic fantasy series has desensitized me, causing my tolerance for extreme violence and general perversion to spike, that I’ve avoided any kind of self-assessment for days. I do catch myself wondering just what it was that impelled me to guzzle down two or three blood-soaked episodes in one evening like a thirsty frat boy chugging beers when I knew I had other things to do. Perhaps it is pure sadomasochism. But I keep coming back to the Gapers’ Block principle, the one that impels passersby to stop and stare at some anomaly even when it’s grisly and terrible.