I’m one of those neurotic people who feels a wave of anxiety going through a store’s metal detector. What if some merchandise fell off the shelf into the cuff of my pants, and as I’m walking out, I’m tackled by a shopkeep with a score to settle? What? I don’t cuff my pants? (I have them hemmed.) You get the point. Some things are just irrational. Like, for instance, the TSA’s new policy on Full Body Scanning and Expanded Pat Downs.
In the words of Cory Doctorow of BoingBoing:
With their new “You choose: star in a porno shoot or let me squeeze your genitals” policy, it really feels like the TSA may have finally found the limit of Americans’ tolerance for pointless humiliation in the service of some inarticulate “security” goal.
In the words of David Horvath of Uglydolls:
My family won’t be flying anytime soon.
I will always opt out of the naked scanners
( over radiation concerns, not worry over being seen nude. )
I will never, ever EVER allow my kids to be run through those
scanners for any reason.
And I won’t allow my family or kids to be groped
by strangers at the airport. Ever. Never. Not once. Done deal.
I opt out.