Mars vs. Venus

I love how men will unabashedly pick up a book or a magazine or a newspaper and take it into a public restroom, essentially announcing that they plan to be there for a good long time, while women will try to mask any possible sound or movement that might give away to other occupants of the restroom that they might actually have bodily functions, ever, as though they'd just come into the ladies' room to, you know, sit down for a spell.