spoilers
I suspect these are the same people who, when they see a baby on the ultrasound screen turn their faces away because they want to be surprised at the birth on the boy/girl question. These are the people who do not hunt for hidden presents and certainly don't carefully unwrap and then re-wrap them; this kind of person likes surprise parties. These are, in a word, saintly people, and I have nothing in common with them.
I am a spoiler connoisseur. Others seek out fine wines or elusive first editions; I look for spoilers.
I respect everyone's right to be saintly, really, but I don't understand how it's possible to not want to know, right now. I would gladly read the scripts for the entire new season of Deadwood. Reading the scripts would not take anything away from my enjoyment when I finally get to sit down and watch these shows. How the actors and directors and photography people bring it to life is going to be enough of a surprise. In the same way, reading the end of a novel first doesn't hurt my enjoyment of the rest of it. I like knowing where I'm going, so I can enjoy the ride. I may have read Pride and Prejudice fifty times -- but every time I enjoy it just as much, and maybe, possibly, more. Because I know whole passages by heart doesn't matter. Will Darcy finally get round to actually approaching Elizabeth? Oh, the agony. Oh, the suspense. So you see, spoilers really, really don't matter, except in this way: I want to know. Now.
Call me names if you like; they are all true. I'm a spoiler slut. It would be pretty hard to bribe me with money, but to the person who whispers in my ear hey! you! wanna know all about Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars? -- in that person's hands, I am putty.
Before you ask, no, I won't tell you what happens in Fire Along the Sky. Yes, I am an inconsistent spoiler slut. I will not tell you because I'm afraid you don't actually really want to know. So no spoilers for you. Unless you've got something interesting to whisper in my ear, of course.
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