My husband and I argued about one of my most annoying habits last week: I talk during TV shows. And movies, too. Though I don’t talk at the movie theater because I’m not a monster.

These guys have my dream job.

I love dissecting a show with a friend, even if we have to pause the show to gather our collective thoughts. I love to talk about how the current episode references previous episodes, where the episode is paying homage to other shows or movies, what other things I’ve seen the actors in. I love to talk about the character arcs, story arcs, inconsistencies, and outright mistakes. But I do stay on-topic. This isn’t random conversation.

Pam from True Blood was one of the snobby pregnant bitches in Romy & Michele. How can I be quiet about that?

My husband prefers to watch TV in silence. His reactions are minimal. If he chuckles a little, I know we’ve found a winner.

Bruno made him chuckle a few times and for-real-laugh at least twice, so it’s obviously HILARIOUS.

If he ever leaves me, my chattiness will be one of the reasons why.

This is what I look like when I don’t have anyone to talk TV with.

The more I try to be quiet, the more I feel like talking. If you can’t talk about it, you might as well be watching TV by yourself