Over half of the women surveyed in this study said their sympathy for a boyfriend with a cold lasts just five minutes.
Yeah, I know: Women are evil.
But could the findings have anything to do with the fact that many men become drama queens -- er, kings -- when afflicted with the slightest head cold?
Maybe the five-minute sympathy span isn't so much a result of callousness, but rather a product of the dread that comes with knowing you'll spend the next few days fetching things like chicken soup.
The worst cold patients to put up with are the ones who put all your plans on hold because of a little sniffle. Seriously. Suck it up.
Under normal circumstances, my illness sympathy goes far beyond the five-minute rule.
Pull an attitude or demand a pity party, though, and I'll be outta there in 30 seconds.