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People Are Creating "Chickenpox Playdate" Facebook Groups so Their Kids Can Get Sick


When I was growing up, it was understood that getting chicken pox was an inevitability. My older brother got it first. I saw the red welts appear on his body and he, enviably, got to stay home from school for several days, playing video games and eating crackers and sipping on ginger ale.

I, in a jealous fit of rage at his good fortune, decided to take matters into my own hands and rub myself with his pajamas after fetching them from the laundry. Which was probably an unnecessarily gross move. Was it a power move? Absolutely, but nasty and worthless nonetheless.

Worthless because I wasn't being slick or "fooling" anybody by going around and doing that. My mother let me play with my older brother and sit in the same room as him, probably because she was hoping I'd get chicken pox at the same time and "get it out of my system" early.

It worked. Soon I was feverish and coughing up a storm. Red welts and marks appeared all over my body as well.