(Of course, nothing is ever Simple.) How's yer vulva-lore?

Some don't trust the hygiene of any public restroom, so avoid any contact with the seat; unclear if this applies for some, even when paper gaskets are there.

Then too, unlike our flexible drain-hoses (and respective exit diameters) theirs can't aim well, the *flow rate is also quite higher and..
all is complicated by the (large) variation in shapes of the rest of their nearby anatomy--as makes the stream further diverge at exit.
(Obviously this is worst at bars and gas-stops, as in Duh?)
Surely there are: simply sloppy ones, and these only reinforce the wisdom? of keeping one's ass off the furniture as best you can.

* I have seen demonstrations of diameter, flow-rate, divergence comparisons (not merely in physics/hydraulics but in live-meat-physiology) ... ex-cathedra.
Doubtless there are web-titillations of this genre available to the sheltered voyeur (?)

One can even buy plastic funnel-things to improve aim. Point: it's not just carelessness that splashes happen.

(Men, of course have no such excuses at all: pigs is pigs (or Libertytarians, Liberal solipsists or Repos.)
In fact the frequency of that male trashiness manifested in some households--especially those with frequent visitors/parties--in my old stomping grounds; small signs appeared:

Gentlemen, please be seated.

Surely this aggravation should be expected:
Do we not inhabit a PISS-poor kultur?


Ed:PS There IS a national solution, of course:
Bidets in every restroom (or at least, most.) Would save lots of supplies, cleaning schedules (much less TP--bonus.)