In the season 8 premiere, we see Cersei back in her court with Euron Greyjoy (Pilou Asbæk), who is updating her on the successful acquisition of the Golden Company. Euron has made it abundantly clear that he has two goals: become king of the Iron Isles (check) and, as he so eloquently phrased it, to “put a prince” in Cersei. When he presses Cersei about her promise to wed, again with such vomit-evoking candor, her response is perfection, “You want a whore, buy one. You want a queen, earn her.”
While I will never root for Cersei to win the Iron Throne, this simple phrasing resonated with me. Being single in New York is no cakewalk. With the advent of online dating and the swiping culture, it’s easy to feel dispensable. There’s ghosting, submarining, orbiting and even (fittingly) throning—there’s so many weird dating trends and ways to be rejected that I can’t keep track anymore. Ultimately, it’s easy to fall down a rabbit hole questioning your value.
And it’s a daily task to help friends dissect text messages and come up with explanations for why a guy they had two great dates with is suddenly MIA. When they said “hey” did they mean “hey” or did they mean “hey”? Was it something she said? Did she not wear the right outfit?
It took me 30 some-odd-years (and seven seasons of watching Game of Thrones) to figure it out, but why are we asking these questions? Why are we questioning our value? There was a time when men “woo’ed” women, right? When did we forget that we are queens, and men should be trying to win us over?
Up until now, if a guy knew how to make a reservation on OpenTable, I was sold. But no more.
From this point on, if I’m not impressed, that’s on him, not me. If he wants this queen, he has to earn her. Ladies, maybe it is OK to channel a little Cersei Lannister.
So, go ahead, get yours, Cersei (just leave the throne out of it).