Lindy West was born an unremarkable female baby in Seattle, Washington. The former Stranger writer covered movies, movie stars, exclamation points, lady stuff, large frightening fish, and much, much more.... More by Lindy West
The View from My Toilet
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Nasty looking tile floor. Not a place to go barefoot. Ick.
I thought you’d never ask!
Lindy, that New Yorker is from LAST YEAR.
It must be a good one!
This is not the fetish post I had anticipated.
Not very original and that bathroom needs a good cleaning.
So it’s a dirty bathroom and you have lousy taste. How is this newsworthy?
Those tiles remind me of the floor in my old bathroom and the cave-shower with a low, arched, ceiling. Best shower I’ve ever used.
GROSS.
And you’re a teen, apparently? Not surprised.
#s 5,6 and 8…further proof that the internet is a place where sad people can be mean for absolutely NO REASON.
Are you 14 or just immature.
I’m guessing 14. And a pretty fucking stupid 14 at that.
Woah, I think you might live in my building.
The View from My Toilet could be a spinoff of the hit morning gabfest, The View.
4 ladies in a coffee klatch, who bring in guests and harangue them…in a toilet!
Wait, you guys aren’t super impressed by the corner of my bathroom? I’m confused.
Did you steal that book from Dan? Or are you planning to give it to him when he gets back from wherever he’s speaking tonight?
my view is a bucket of crisco and a JC Penney Maternity catalogue
io triomphe, Lindy
that floor does not look bad at all
Oh my goodness. Lord Shiva wrap me in your many arms! This thing, it cannot be; if it is not Kali, it is Durga, it is always something!
Is this not the very corner of the men’s room in Erdman Hall? So many nights of my misspent youth I have laid cheek down upon these same tiles until the rising of the sun, fleeing from my memories of the many gopis who chased me down and defiled my spirit. O Blessed Purushottama, dissolve me in your formlessness and save me from the undifferentiated shadow of my miserable existence!