So, on the off chance you missed Thrones last night and are reading articles about it like a big ol' dum-dum, I'll be happy to spoil it for you:
Basically, Daenerys, also known as Khaleesi, wrecked the shit out of shit.
I'm talkin' real deal, creamed veal, Bradley Beal, Real Steel (2011), wrecked shit.
Like, "burned a bunch of innocent people alive" wrecked shit.
Like, "my rear end after I get a little overzealous with those four-day-old leftovers in the fridge" wrecked shit.
Basically, she lost her dang marbles and brutally massacred everyone in sight.
Which is all well and good in this F I C T I O N A L show except for ONEEEE tiny thing...
All those poor parents who named their kid "Khaleesi" after her over the last few years.
Like, way more than you'd think.
Ya gotta feel for them. You never want to have to explain why you named your kid after the character who just immolated like 40,000 peasants.
A true yikes moment in a world filled with yikes.
And not to be THAT guy, but this is almost as bad as being named "Emperor Theodosius I" or "Gaius Suetonius Paulinus."
Honestly, you hate to see it. Things are going to be awkward at the preschool.
This is why you should always wait 'til the conclusion of Season 8 of your favorite television show before naming your kid.