If I needed more proof that Gary Shteyngart’s semi sci-fi book “Super Sad True Love Story” is a work of oracular genius, I got it today at Printemps department store in Paris. Shteyngart’s book is set in a fictionalized New York City, about 30 years in the future, when a few rich people live like gods, while the poor masses barely eke by. Today at Printemps I asked for directions to the restroom, and was sent to a fee-paying toilet boutique with designer loo paper (see photo) and an attendant who dashed in and out of the sleek stalls preparing them for the next fee-paying bottom. Ok, it was only 1.5 euros for this haute-toilette experience. And after the initial sticker shock, I settled in and enjoyed it. But I couldn’t escape the feeling that in the (near) future the rich will be having these sorts of privileged potty experiences, while the rest of us will be, well, left on the can.