When Brendon pulled his hamstring during a hockey game, he limped off the ice with typical male bravado.
“I’ll be alright. Just need to ice it a bit, and I’ll be back in the game in no time.”
But in the privacy of his girlfriend Jane’s apartment, Brendon whined and asked for cups of tea and a blanket, and Jane obliged. She did not complain when he parked himself on her couch for three days, letting his hair thicken with grease and his clothes steep in his awesome athletic funk. Despite her demanding day as a high school English teacher and co-director of the local high school musical, she still found the time to play Florence Nightingale when she returned home. She changed out his ice-packs and administered doses of ibuprofen. [Read more...]