I listen more than I talk. It’s a lifelong habit that has granted me access to many stranger’s unique histories and perspectives, but it occasionally leads to conversation misconduct, a scenario where I become prisoner to a string of monologues, which can leave me feeling exploited, disempowered, chewed up and spit out. I was reading at a coffee shop when I heard, “What book are you reading?” I turned to see an elderly man in the seat beside me, his laptop perched on his knees. “Adventures in the Screen Trade,” I told him, a book about the film industry written by the screenwriter William Goldman. I could barely finish my sentence before the man told me everything he knew about the movie business, Los…