Hands down, men are the champions of urination on the planet Earth. In fact, male humans have destroyed not just female humans but all other living beings in the world when it comes to mastering urination. If ability to urinate was a Hollywood blockbuster, men's urination skill would be The Avengers and women's would be John Carter.
If you give a man two minutes, he can urinate safely, effectively, and in a satisfying manner. He can do this anywhere on Earth. In any situation. Lost in the woods? Not an issue. On a boat? Simple. Trapped in an alley? Couldn't be easier. Any situation that would rightly cause the average woman to fear exposure to tetanus, hobo residue, mosquitoes, bear traps, poison ivy, broken crack pipes, slippery ship decks, and 100 other concerns that could send someone squatting with their pants around their ankles panicking into the night are of no concern to a man who can whip it out and not just pee but write his damn name on a wall with it.
Ain't no lady statue.
Ladies just don't have the pee chops that men do. Even the odd super woman who has mastered the skill of peeing while standing (and my hat's off to you, intrepid urethral adventurer) cannot match the artistic flair of a man and his magic wand. Did you know I once peed a fairly reasonable facsimile of Snoopy into a snow bank? No, but you can believe it, because I have a malleable hose that shoots a steady stream of liquid from my body and Snoopy's not that hard to draw. Women deserve equal pay, but I can pee dollar signs. Point for men.