Let's face it, men have it made.
I mean how many times have you been somewhere and needed to pee? If you're a guy, it's usually no problem. Women, however? Eh, I'm thinking not always so easy.
For example, last summer my wife and I were at a crowded concert and it was time to take a break. The women's line was longer than that of a brand new Disney ride, while the men were able to zip in and zip out (no pun intended) within seconds. Of course much of that is due to the ultra-efficient watering trough that guys get to use. I haven't seen that design suggested for women yet but somehow I don't think it would fly.
For some reason guys can stand shoulder to shoulder and do their business without issue, as long as the dude next to you isn't ricocheting a spray off that white puck thing that's laying in the bottom. I always try to stand next to an old guy, because they usually don't have enough horsepower to create a backsplash.
Then there's my wife's favorite utility of all time - the Porta Potty! For whatever reason, she absolutely REFUSES to use one of these things. Her bladder could be under more pressure than the White House press secretary and she still wouldn't use one.
Honestly, I don't know what her issue is. All she has to do is open the toilet lid, vice grip her nose shut, try not to look down into the cesspool of hell, squeegee off the seat, sit down and do her business. It's not that big of a deal! It's not like us men who have to make sure our knees don't get too close to that urinal funnel on the wall. Sheesh.
Of course given enough alcohol, some women will do whatever is required. One time while playing at a fancy country club with my band, one of my friends couldn't wait any longer for the women's bathroom to open up. A few minutes later she happily informed me that she was now "all better." I asked her where she found a bathroom and she proudly informed me that the rocks out behind the patio were all she needed. What she didn't tell me until the next day was that on her way in she just happened to mention to the manager, "Hey, you might want to put a roll of toilet paper out there by those rocks!" Go figure we were never asked to play there again.
On the flip side, when my son was just 4 years old we looked out the front window of our house only to see him proudly peeing on the maple tree. Apparently his uncle had taught him that trick during the evening bonfire at our last family reunion. That's a different story of course - guys can do that.
So there you have it. To pee or not to pee, that is the question.
If you're a guy the answer is "no problem."
If your a woman? Well - good luck with all that.