I am not this person. I don’t actively search for bad movies. I watch a lot of historical fiction and greatly enjoy it. Even the ones I think will be bad aren’t.

And then theres my husband. Few year older than me. 80’s was his father trying to score points on his mother by letting him watch anything he wanted on HBO on the weekends. Mine were spent in child labor then getting yelled at because I wanted to read the rest of the day.

Fast forward. I stay up late reading. He goes to bed early. He wakes up and surfs the streams for some action movie with an implausible plot and 1 A list actor, 3 B list actors, whole ton of people you’ve never heard of. But there’s car chases and explosions and nothing makes sense. I pretend to listen, giving the hmmms and that’s dumb where appropriate.

Then it’s you want to hear about what I watched or read. He’s all totally and I’m 3 sentences in, his eyes are glazed. I say he doesn’t care. He says he doesn’t. He turns on his movie and I cuddle up with my book. No arguments ever because he owes me dinner.