Hulu… Who Knew?

With the plethora of streaming services, I’ve relied on the kindness of strangers when it comes to Hulu. It just never engendered the level of passion and commitment I needed to get my own subscription.


When Michelle Wolf performed at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner and did a joke comparing then white house press secretary, sarah huckabee sanders, to Aunt Lydia from “Handmaid’s Tale,” the side by side pictures on Google made me howl but then I thought, “Dammit! Now I have to watch the show!” My Dear Cousin agreed and shared her password with me. Alas, I couldn’t get past the third episode. The show felt too real; too possible. I thanked My Cousin for her kindness and signed out.

Later, I couldn’t even muster it up to subscribe to Hulu to watch my beloved Stephen King’s “11/22/63.” One of my besties took pity on me and slipped me her password on a Post It note like she was giving me the launch codes. She said something like, “Don’t go crazy.” Me? Crazy? Already there. But once again, I watched my assigned show and signed out.


Well, a recent call to Sprint to bitch about my outrageous mobile bill revealed that my plan included Hulu. Um, say what now?


“When did that happen?”


“Oh, that’s been included with your plan since before I started working here,” said the CSR.


Well bless her heart. And did she really expect me to know how long she’s been working there? She either won't have this job long or she’ll be managing by the end of the week.


So, silly me, I asked. “How long have you been working there?”


“Six months,” she said brightly.


#sigh


I’ve had my mobile plan since 2012. So, who knows how long I’ve been missing out and not getting full value for my streaming dollar.


Momentarily mollified, I’ve kept my plan and logged into Hulu with - gasp - MY OWN PASSWORD. This feels as grown and sexy as when I got Amazon Prime.


So, Hulu Nation, what do I watch? (I’m partial to sci-fi, fantasy, and almost anything British - except, colonization. 😂)