After the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show ended — after mylar balloons dropped from the ceiling and three dozen nearly nude women had danced off the stage — I walked a circuitous path around New York's 69th Regiment Armory, where the show was held. After a flight of stairs and a series of byzantine hallways, I found myself in a public restroom that, to my horror, served both Victoria's Secret Angels and mere mortals. The Angels were in full hair and makeup. They wore pink silk robes with hems that barely covered their perfect rumps. The mortals, who trudged through a sludgy snowstorm to be there, wore winter coats and snow boots. Because of the combined effect of genetics, shoes, and voluminous hair, the clothed humans were, on average, a foot shorter than the unclothed ones. We were two separate species forced to share one habitat.
Waiting for stalls to open up, members of each species avoided eye contact with the other. One by one, world-famous butts and non-famous butts took turns sitting on the same set of toilets. When my turn came, I noted with chagrin that the restrooms at the 69th Regiment Armory do not provide seat liners.
Via: Sexy, Awkward Tales From the Victorias Secret Fashion Show Circus
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