My ridiculous beef with Game of Thrones

It’s almost the end of Season 7 in Game of Thrones. It’s a series that’s been hard to watch for me mostly because of the violence. But this past episode just sent me over the top and for a very different reason. The lack of realism with winter.

Living in Canada, I can tell you that the very first thing Jon Snow and his band of Men should have worn when they walked north of the Wall was a hat. Your head loses something like 30000% of your body heat and it’s super important to flatten your hair during the winter. No, seriously, you need a toque or bad things are going to happen.

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I stared and stared but there wasn’t a single hat among the lot. These were brave warriors alright, but were they fighting the enemy or hypothermia? They were chatting away as they walked and no one winced at the cold, or put a warm hand over their ears. I can tell you from personal experience that uncovered ears will scream in pain as soon as the temperature dips.

Frostbite should also have been on their minds. They had pretty solid clothing which included mitts but those ears would have been in trouble and so would their cheeks. Their heads and faces should have been covered.

Most importantly, they should at all times keep dry. And good old, Jon Snow…fell into a frozen lake.

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By all rights, even if he had made it out alive, most of his digits would have been goners.

Yeap, we do a Polar Bear Dip in Canada but we have First Aid and support right there and are only in the water for literally seconds. Plus, we’re Canadian…we’re pretty nuts.

And don’t get me started about how cold they would be riding on a dragon through the air. The wind up there would have made the windchill something that would kill much faster than the Night King.

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Honestly, doesn’t anyone have a snowsuit in all of Westeros? Sheesh.

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Deep Freeze

We’re in a deep freeze. The unwanted and deeply hated Polar Vortex decided to return for a visit this weekend and left its comfortable home in the North Pole bringing with it a deep freeze. It’s minus 35 …but, of course, with the wind things are always much worse. It’s minus forty something with the wind. I can’t put into words the sheer bite of the wind. You get a headache as soon as you step outside which is, of course, your brain warning you that you’re not supposed to be alive at that temperature.

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The akitas still love it out there. Its unbelievable. Terrified that they’ll freeze into popsicle-dogs, I spy on them from the kitchen window and stare as they run outside. I’m watching for any signs that they’re suffering and run to the door to call them in at the slightest shake. But they’re out there running around, jumping on their rocks as if it was a balmy 20 degrees.

The only time I saw any issue was when Ocean lifted her paws because they got cold. I ran to the door to rescue her but she just lay down and between her fur and the snow, warmed up her paws. It’s crazy. She was back up and running in less time than it takes for me to write this. I still called them in—because I panic. But they were back at the door asking to return outside seconds later.

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You’d think at these temperatures no one would leave their home but the opposite is true. We do have a Extreme Cold Warning in effect but that only seems to spur Canadians on. They were out there celebrating Winter fest and even doing a Polar Bear dip—a horrifying event where they actually dive, in a bathing suit into the freezing water of the lake and then rescuers try to bring them back to life. Really, who does that? I got cold just watching them on TV. They’re all out there, with runny noses and frozen smiles urging others on to feel alive and enjoy the winter temperatures.

No wonder Europeans think we live in igloos.