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I got told the spoiler for book six. It pissed me off. I woke up, opened my email, and saw the spoiler in a yahoo group message. We were all pretty honked. I wasn't reading the books, but on principle, that's lame.
Within five minutes, I was laughing about it. The internets were festooned with the spoiler. It was the worst kept secret in the history of everything. Every online exchange had a cheerful, spoiler-y jauntiness about it. Men doffed their hats— "Snape Kills Dumbledore!"— to ladies, who smiled— "And a pleasant Snape Kills Dumbledore to you!"— in return.
So I made an icon, to join in the fun, not thinking that I would genuinely be spoiling it for anyone. It was stupid, myopic, and mean, and I lost friends. I still feel gut-punched when I think about it.
Within five minutes, I was laughing about it. The internets were festooned with the spoiler. It was the worst kept secret in the history of everything. Every online exchange had a cheerful, spoiler-y jauntiness about it. Men doffed their hats— "Snape Kills Dumbledore!"— to ladies, who smiled— "And a pleasant Snape Kills Dumbledore to you!"— in return.
So I made an icon, to join in the fun, not thinking that I would genuinely be spoiling it for anyone. It was stupid, myopic, and mean, and I lost friends. I still feel gut-punched when I think about it.
