Luck be a lady?
When I was young and dumb(er) and the hormones were a-ragin’, I sometimes wished I was a woman in the perhaps misbegotten belief that at least then, I could have sex pretty much whenever I wanted to. Or at least occasionally.
I got over that, but now I’m starting to have the same basic wish for a different reason: Drinking wine apparently helps women’s health more than men’s. (I already knew it was healthier than being a teetotaler.)