It’s barf season. The flu is making the rounds, striking down the young and old, the smart and stupid. Worse, it’s incapacitating essential people like women.
The stereotype is necessary. There is no creature on earth more wretched than a man with the flu and no woman to sympathize with him, even if she’s only pretending.
With apologies to gay men, I’m including you in this blatantly gender-specific statement. You did, after all, have mothers. Remember how she took care of you when you were sick as a kid?
Well, I don’t care how loving your current partner is, he nevertheless remains hobbled by a Y chromosome, which is a form of kryptonite when it comes to healing and comforting the sick.