too many guys who stink up the place because they can't aim for shit.
Oh, they
definitely should be sitting down for that...
As to seat/etc up or down, we men do sometimes have a prior complacency (or current urgency
1) which means that the fractions of the second required
can be vital, even/especially with the ability to manually crimp the outlet pipe as the very last-gasp inhibition of release.
But this is just me. And I have not fully explored the needs of women to perhaps similarly require the seats (but not lids!)
down as an urgent default, through their own urgencies (during which their hiking up and down of clothing is mostly not possible to prep whilst making those last few steps).
1 I have a 'territorially anti-moderated urinary urgency' thing, sometimes. Five minutes from home
2, I'm ok. I've been ok enough not to need (or usefully make use of) any public facilities/handy bushes I could pop into all this way. Two minutes from home, there's an urge
3. One minute from home, the urge is urgent. As I'm unlocking the doors I'm worried and I'm soon dashing up the stairs and possibly multitasking the preparatory fly-work if I'm not in polite company. Add the stuff with the seat-raising (or extra disrobement necessary to accomplish a sit-down) and I'm in danger of not surviving the process with the grace I would wish.
2 Or selective 'home surrogates' that I consider my own, like the natal/parental house, to some degree my workplace, etc..
3 With the distinct feeling (if not proof) that hanging around in the shopping centre/wherever for another five minutes would not have brought on the need so quickly. I personally theorise a psychosomatic offshoot of the ancestral need to 'mark' one's territory, affecting the hindbrain!