Here’s another one he didn’t think of. When we are winter camping, I can get up in the middle of the night and pee in an (empty) liter bottle. My wife can’t.
That, my friends, is true privilege.
Many years ago while working for a moving company and traveling down the highway I told the Tractor trailer driver that I needed to stop and take a leak.
I needed to go really bad.
He said no.
I asked “please stop”
No.
I didn’t have a liter bottle but found an empty potato chip bag.
It worked.
No, it’s just the luck of the biological draw.