Now, I get the sex mirror thing. I get that some people like seeing themselves in flagrante delicto, which sounds like a pretentious gelato flavor but which actually means humping.
But prithee, oh bathroom contractor, why is it possible for me to take this photograph?
Reenactment; I do not use my cell phone on the toilet except to take covert photos of multi-racial babies frolicking in buckets. Wait, that sounds wrong...
And that is how I discovered that the menu of faces I make when faced with myself in a compromising position are the same no matter what I'm doing:
REMOTE POSSIBILITY I AM ACTUALLY ON CANDID CAMERA, EVEN THOUGH THAT SHOW DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE AND DOM DELUISE IS DEAD
Needless to say I will not be starring in a homemade toilet sex tape anytime soon. You're welcome, America.
P.S. I live-blogged the Emmys last night. So that happened. Fashion throw-down to come later this week!