I somehow feel like if I had male parts - I'd find camping exponentially more enjoyable.
Boys kill bunnies and squirrels followed by a series of chest bumps and high fives.
...Girls cry, hug each other, and sometimes throw up.
Boys have to relieve themselves, no problem - the world is their urinal.
...Girls hike 17 miles, dig a hole, squat and still manage to pee all over themselves.
...Or, the cool ones use this.
Boy's hair looks pretty much the same after a week of camping.
...Girl's hair looks like it's been fried by a toaster and combed with a block of butter.
Boys thrive on this:
...Girls, maybe don't.
Boys can blow a skeet into smitherines.
...Girls are more likely to shoot the person standing behind them.
Boys think sex in the middle of the woods would be completely out of this world.
...Girls know better.
Boys can easily shrug off their piss awful scent.
...Girls are too busy using wipes and bathing in rivers to notice.
I use the term "Girls" incredibly loosely. I may or may not be referring to my glamorous self for the most part - because I am aware that there are plenty of girls who love a good roll in the dirt. And while I can manage smelling like a burnt turd for a few days, that's about my limit. Just saying.
Oh, and I've never bathed in a river. Or hiked 17 miles to pee. Or had the privilege of peeing into a funnel.
Just for the record.