The Chicken Soup Myth

Singledom a time for exploration, independence, fancy free scheduling, self indulgence both emotionally and financially. I am one of those people that loves being on their own 99.9% of the time. When do I not enjoy this footloose lifestyle, when I’m sick and can’t get out of bed. Being single really stinks when you have a cold, the flu, or any other aliment that makes getting out of bed seem like the Incredible Journey.

Being successful in business means you probably put a lot of your time and effort into what you do. If you love your job you probably put in a longer work week than the average employee. If you are the boss and get paid salary then there are many hours being put in both at work and home. So when the weather changes and your immune system decides to not care how many meetings you have this week what happens? The big boss is down for the count.

Being a relationship this would be okay, in fact I can imagine quite nice. I would willingly hand over my control and independence to be nurtured. Instead us do-it-all women have to drag ourselves out of bed, drive to the grocery store to by medicine, soup, and Jello-O. Come home stand at the stove to make said soup and Jello-O, I recommend at the same time just to get the standing done at once. Then pour ourselves back into bed until hungry again, then get up and do it all over. I miss that time when your man would cook your soup, give your aching back a little massage, make sure you had enough Kleenex, put on a movie, and then leave you to your dark lair of sickness.

I am under the cynical belief that men only bring women soup in Tupperware in movies. I think this is a myth and any woman who has told me about their non boyfriend doing it for them….liars. Sorry, I’m sick and a little grouchy. Actually one of my close girlfriends had this happen to her a couple weeks ago. This guy she has been seeing for about a week or two dropped by her place with soup, I immediately approved of him. Because here is the other thing, us girls not so hot when sick. So if your dude is willing to stand by your side and not just text, “Hit me up when you feel better”, then I’d say he gets a gold star at the very least.

Francisca Valenzuela was born and raised in San Francisco until the age of 12 when she moved to Chile, which is where her family originates. This song Que Seria has nothing to do with this post topic. Except for sometimes when I am sick and can’t think straight I enjoy music that I can’t understand. It’s weird I know. You can find the lyrics translated to English if you want, but I think the video and her poetics say enough.