May 15, 2012
At my most recent trip to LaGuardia Airport, the mere sighting of the security device that takes a sexy x-ray (sex-ray!) scan of a passenger's entire body caused me a skosh of consternation. My carry-on suitcase was nonplussed, told me it was no big deal and muttered, "Yeah, well, now you know what I feel like." I didn't mind the idea of my body being viewed by some invisible shlub in a remote booth as much as I minded being seen by visible people with my arms raised above my head in the stupid triangle position. Insecurity in security. Nifty.