One of the main thing, for me, is the fact that they can pee anywhere. That is one “feature” that I’m really envious of at times.
For example, you’re at a fair and there aren’t any toilets other than the porta-potties. For the women’s there is ALWAYS a line, a looong line; for the men only a few guys waiting. Once you actually make it in, the smell that hits you almost knocks you back out, trying to control your gag reflex you look down to see that there’s pee all over the seat. I can’t help to think how disgusting we, women, can be. Nobody wants to sit on that thing, I get that, but please if your aim is that bad, you could at least wipe it. Which brings on the other issue of “toilet paper” or lack there of. If there’s none, we then have to go through our pockets or purses, hanging around our neck, because there’s no way in hell we’re putting our purses on that filthy floor, in search of some tissue. I’m sure it must be very entertaining to watch us women in there, or in public restrooms with a kid, who often is being told “Don’t touch that!” Sure we can do the Japanese way (squat), but then we can’t help to get grossed out by the fact that something might splatter on our shoes! Oh the joys of needing a toilet…
For men, they can wipe it out anywhere, do their thing, shake it off and off they go. They’re not in there long enough to let the smell or pee drops bother them and they just don’t care about the smell. Actually they do care, but choose not to. And that’s just for bathroom issue, I could go on about so many other things because there are many others… Just read this, you’ll see!
Men Are Just Happier People…I don't know if men are happier, but their way seems a lot easier somehow...
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can never be pregnant.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another petrol station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks and engines.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original colour.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes; one colour for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.