Consider, for example, what happens if my friend only has a realistic-looking prop gun in her bag. If I didn't know it was a prop, seeing it would be very disturbing. However, once I learn that it's a prop, it is no longer disturbing.

The comments section is now filled with annoying blegs.

And she was deserving of this love, because of her graciousness, her refinement, her gentle-heartedness and her piety.

But don't let it throw you. We have another hunch that stfandom will still be around after the rocket has returned to Earth—either on some high plateau or the slimy swampbottoms—complete with fads and feuds and foolish if quasi-endearing fripperies.