I realised that my son is only 20 years away from man flu.
He has boy flu right now, and I’m not going to help his future girlfriends. […] I’ve sent him to school, and the older one has been forced out and back to the office. Who’s to blame for man flu? Uh, we are.
Not when he can demand chicken soup, take his own temperature obsessively[…]and subside on to the sofa emitting loud woe-is-me groans surrounded by an ever increasing mountain of balled-up tissues. […]Man flu.
Not that I’m feeling sorry for myself — not that much anyway. It’s not like I’ve got the man-flu or anything.
2012, Sarah Morgan, St. Piran's: Prince on the Children's Ward, Harlequin (2012), →ISBN, page 32:
'I have to warn you, I'm not much of a nurse, Josh. I'm good with kids but moaning adults with man-flu drive me up the wall. I just want to tell them to pull themselves together.'