Now, as a writer myself, a huge film buff, and a religious devotee of shows like Penny Dreadful, The Walking Dead, and Game Of Thrones, I get the hatred of spoilers. If I was in line to see The Empire Strikes Back and some dude came out Homer Simpson-style and let it drop that Vader is Luke's father, I'd probably curse him for a half-wit fuckstick, but I'd still go see the movie. I don't want you to tell me the whole story, but at the same time I get that you may experience things before me, and it's not your job to be a movie ninja to protect my delicate sensibilities.
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"GET OVER HERE! THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THE SEASON YOU'RE BEHIND ON!"
Nowhere is spoiler hatred more prevalent these days than Twitter. People live-tweet TV shows, even professional comedians do this, to share their thoughts on what's happening in real time. It's like a really weird version of VH1's Pop-Up Video. And on any given day (especially Sundays, when all the best TV shows are on) half of Twitter loses their shit over spoilers.
When did the government implement a mandatory Twitter enrollment plan?
Complaining about people on Twitter talking about things you don't want to hear about is like complaining that your hand keeps cupping your balls in the shower. If you don't want it to happen, just cut that shit out. No one's forcing it on you. And to suggest everyone else should fall in line with only what you want to hear is so at once myopic and bizarrely fascist that the idea of using Twitter at all should be offensive to you and your group of cultists.
"The bird encourages To Kill A Mockingbird and Mockingjay spoilers! Burn in hell!"
You can't walk into an AA meeting and expect people to not discuss drinking, and you can't use social media and expect everyone to not discuss things that are happening right at that moment. That's not to say you deserve spoilers, that I should tackle you and scream the horrible truth of Ned Stark's head coming off into your ear while you clench your eyes ever so tight and will me to go away, but come on.
We need to agree on a time frame for spoilers. If it's Monday, don't ruin Game Of Thrones for people who politely ask to not know what happened since they didn't see it yet. If M. Night Shyamalan's new movie just came out this week, don't explain how the twist is that someone smarter than him made The Sixth Sense. But if you're discussing Citizen Kane, go ahead and tell the world Rosebud was his sled because fuck you if you haven't caught up on film in the last 50 years.
Also, this horse never crosses the finish line. Deal with it.