We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynaecological disorder excuses.
We never e*******e prematurely.
We get to flirt with systems support men who always return our calls and are nice to us when we blow up our computers.
When we buy a v******r it's glamorous. When men buy a blow-up doll, it's pathetic.
We got off the Titanic first.
Our boyfriend's clothes make us look elfin and gorgeous. Guys look like complete idiots in ours.
We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.
We can cry and get off speeding fines.
We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central figure in a computer game.
Taxis stop for us.
Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.
We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
We can hug our friend without wondering if she thinks we're gay.
New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.
If we have sex with someone and don't call the next day, we're not the devil.
Condoms make no significant difference in our enjoyment of sex.
We can sleep our way to the top.
Nothing crucial can be cut off with one clean sweep.
It is possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower.
If we cheat on our spouse, people assume it's because we're being emotionally neglected.
We never have to wonder if his orgasm was real.
If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her arse.
We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.
We have an excuse to be a total bitch at least once a month.
We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.
If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.
There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.
Gay waiters don't make us uncomfortable.
We'll never regret piercing our ears.
We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes