You don’t have to like Sansa Stark.
BUT THE THING IS:
You rail against her ‘stupidity,’ claim this romantic preteen girl should somehow know better than to have an open heart and a trusting nature and a child’s innocence. As if these qualities are something to disparage. As if her idealism being taken advantage of by her many abusers is her fault.
And then, she learns her lesson, puts her guard up around Tyrion, a Lannister, second son of the family that literally ruined her entire life. She refuses to trust him, can’t see herself loving him, and damn well doesn’t want to have sex with him no matter how nicely he asks. Do you think she’s smart now?
Nope, you think she’s an ungrateful bitch.
This is a trap—and if you’re a woman, it’s one that looks plainly, painfully familiar.
So you don’t have to like Sansa Stark.
But if you hate her, you might have to consider the possibility that you are—consciously or unconsciously—a huge misogynist.