When Jason and I dated, we bonded over a variety of shared interests, but our favorites were the holy trinity of tapas, Jesus, and camp horror. The two of us were among the dozen viewers who kept Harper’s Island on the air for an entire season. (He figured out who the killer was by the second episode, thus cementing his status as the Smart One in our smart ’n sassy combo.) We shared nightmares over The Strangers. (Okay, I had the nightmares and he listened to me complain about them. Don’t nobody kill Ben Covington on my watch!) And when I heard whispers of a show called American Horror Story, which was premiering just a few months after our wedding — and a few weeks after I found out I was pregnant — I emailed him trailers and we set our DVR.

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