There is something humbling about realizing you have officially become the person you used to quietly judge.For years, I was proud of the fact I had never watched “Game of Thrones”. It almost became a badge of honor. While everyone else debated theories, quoted lines and warned each other about spoilers, I stayed firmly on the outside. It felt like too much, too hyped, too intense. There was no need for another long series to commit to and certainly no need for dragons and political drama taking over evenings.Then, like most things that eventually wear you down, it happened slowly.My boyfriend Desi had been asking me to watch it with him for a while. Not in an annoying way, just in that persistent, hopeful tone of someone who knows you would love something if you would just give it a chance. I resisted at first, having made it that far without watching it, so it felt easy to keep putting it off.But eventually, I gave in. Now here I am...