Good to be a woman

Sometimes I tell K, "You're lucky you're a boy."

For instance, I have told him this in response to:
"How did you get the baby out?"
"Did you just stick something in your underwear?"
"You're joking, right? You're NOT JOKING? You PAID someone to RIP HOT WAX OFF YOUR FACE? WHY???"

Yesterday my brother told me about a lecture he was planning for his medical residents. He's going to open with a long example about urinals and the various heuristics for choosing the right one. I've never given urinals much thought, not having to use them. But today, when I walked into a bathroom stall at work, I thought, Women don't have hangups about choosing the right stall. And then I thought, But if I had to be right next to somebody, and we could see each other pee, then I'd care a lot more. So, I may pay someone to rip hot wax off my face, but least I don't have to see anybody (aside from my offspring) pee.