Yes they are liftable and its because toilet are normally made like that.

Well I can think of a few reasons why they are the same. 1) economies of scale - why have two differnt designs if not necessary. Especially when it comes to repairs etc. 2) I wonder where cross dressers go / transvestites and do they lift the seat if .... 3) If the mens toilets get broken or are being cleaned tghen sometiems they have to borrow the ladies. You would want us to be able to lift the seat then wouldnt you!

Because you need to be able to replace seats every once in a while... and maybe to help clean the bowl as well.

Some women dribbed and it goes under the seat. If there were no seats then toilets would be even dirtier.

Same reason there is Braille on drive-through ATMs. All the toilets are made in one place, and no one should be expected to divine just where any toilet will be located after purchase and installation.

I'll guess they're liftable, and it makes things like cleaning the toilets easier. Plus, if it needs to be plunged, you don't want toilet water getting all over the seat.

1. Why make them different? It would just add to stocking and fitting costs. 2. Cleaning. You want to be able to get at the underside to clean 3. If you want a liftable lid, it is hardly harder to put a liftable seat. 4. Replacement. If the seat is damaged, and it is fastened to the base, you have to replace the whole base.

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.Finally, a door opensand you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.' In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance'. To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterd ay - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail . Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.' By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fir e hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trail ing fr om your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.' As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?' This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door! Thi s HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!

They are not 'ladies' toilets, they are just toilets. And all toilets need cleaning and it's easier to clean by lifting the seat. You can't have a porcelain seat, it has to be made of something added onto the cold rim, so it lifts up. Why not?

YOU have obviously never had to clean a woman's rest room. And they say Men are bad...

You watched that show last night too, didn't you? I'd say if they're all the same(men and womens) it's because of the ease of having just one type of product to serve both sexes. Cuts down on inventory.

Hiygene.

Because although women don't have to take aim we do splash,it makes clean up easier.

To clean them. Makes it a lot easier.

I LOVE TOILETS!