Well, joke’s one me! Because following my beer-sloshed swing thru Munich and Bavaria, I got the stupid flu. Best place to pick up germs? On a Lufthansa flight. The flu is great. Fever! Chills! Aches! It’s also a good at removing single mother guilt.
“Wait! Shouldn’t I be up watching my kid or working or going to Soul Cycle?” “Relax, Amy! You can’t even stand for 47 seconds without getting dizzy! Just sit back, shake, and binge watch some TV.”
What to watch…what to watch… At first I tried to catch up on This Is Us. Big Mistake. Huge. I couldn’t tell if I were feeling miserable because of the virus coursing through my veins or because the writers were killing off William. So I barfed up some ginger ale and picked a comedy.
Difficult People on Hulu
I love Billy Eichner and his yelling in the Flatiron District, and I love Julie Klausner and the affection she has for Bravo TV and the Real Housewives, an affection I am happy to share. 
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Difficult People is the story of Julie and Billy, New York comedians trying not so much to make it in showbiz as they are just trying to be famous. They are purposeful assholes; they are hilarious and self-centered in a way I often wish I could be. If you are going to be a dick, at least be sharp. Julie and Billy are both. But the best part of the show isn’t Julie, Billy, or the transgender truther Lola. The best part of the show is Arthur Tack, Julie’s long-suffering boyfriend played by James Urbaniak. Supportive, sane (relatively), and patient, Arthur is the straight man when Julie and Billy go off the rails. Source
Arthur!
As I lay on my BeautyRest Black, Arthur became my point of focus. His spindly arms and Warby Parker glasses were like acetaminophen to my shaking limbs. I had three inappropriate fever dreams about Arthur while under the weather. One involved a hockey rink. One involved a swing set. One involved the Oprah Winfrey Show. I get an Arthur, and I get an Arthur, and I get an Arthur!
@BlessAmysHeart you’re welcome. pic.twitter.com/VwORe0zZFe
— Difficult People (@DifficultOnHulu) February 27, 2017
But hallucinations aside, Arthur is the boyfriend we all need.
Why Arthur
- Arthur works at PBS. I’m hoping this means he’s more responsible for Downton Abbey than Calliou.
- Arthur wears bowties and sweaters. He looks like that Romantic poetry professor who would meet with you after office hours, to talk about parenthetical documentation on your essay. Yes, that is a euphemism.
- He likes to cook, including soup for Julie when she is sick. You know who loves soup? Me. Because I have the flu.
- Not since Sawyer on LOST has a cute boy given such good and prolific nicknames to a girl. From Noodles to Hydrox, Arthur is quick with a term of endearment. And this is a great time for me to remind everyone that the Hydrox cookie > Oreo cookie. Come at me, bro! (Wait, don’t come at me until next week when I have my strength back.)
- His favorite type of porn? The kind with girls who look just like his girlfriend.
- He is willing to go menage with you. With a guy. My love of the MMF sceanrio is well documented.
- He thinks sex with inexperienced women is awful. Because it is.
- He’s still mad at Mohammed Atta.
- He has a spice rack on his desk. Is the Lean Cuisine you brought to work bland? Go see Arthur.
- He drinks liquor like a WASP. Anglican alcoholics are my jam.
- He will bail you out of jail.
- He knows what Vanderpump Rules is.
- He knows who Nene Leakes is.
- Instead of snoring, Arthur sleep-cooks.
He reads Franzen.- He plays squash. I mean, y’all know I’m Team Tennis, but squash is a racquet sport, so I’ll allow it.
- He has a handkerchief collection. In my 20s, I would have been like, Weirdo. But in my 40s—the decade my tits and immune system failed me—I know that you can never have too many things to sneeze on.
