Am I the only man who prefers to sit down (I call it a sittenpissen, not to be confused with a shittenpissen, which is the combo one and two motion, so I suppose it's really a sittenshittenpissen if you're in the mood)?
Standing up, god, it's splashing everywhere, you're coated in and breathing your own (and, if in a public bog, everyone else's) filthy nephritic miasma.
It ensures that myself and the female of the species are on the same wavelength. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should (though if any of you have seen Utopia, Jessica makes a fine example of disregarding toilet seat placement). Though, let's face it, if you're in a Wetherspoons (a mistake that announces itself), it's probably better not to sit down, but get someone to hold the doors open and make a ballistic golden arc from your position at the bar.