My friend Janice just returned from a trip to the east coast to visit family. I asked her if she had any problems at the airport, and she said no. I asked her if she got pat down, and she said, “Of course! I always get pat down because of my knee replacement.” I asked her if it was humiliating. No. I asked her if she requested a private room. No. I asked her if it was a big bloody deal. No.
Then I started thinking about all the TSA complaints, and tried to find out where the complaints are coming from. It seems from all over, but…
I wonder if there’s any way to find out the percentage of complaints that come from men. Some of the forums I read are mostly men who are all whiny and angry about having their “junk” touched. They’re “uncomfortable” with it. That makes me laugh.
Boys, you have no idea. In my life I’ve been pawed at more times than the cat box down at the animal shelter. Women spend their lives being groped, mauled, tickled, squeezed, fondled and our insides thoroughly poked in ways men can’t imagine. By boyfriends, husbands, brothers, bosses, co-workers, doctors. If any man ever had to lie down, spread your legs as wide as you can and put your feet in the stirrups, you’d be cryin’ like babies. Talk about uncomfortable.
I don’t fly very often so this whole TSA issue doesn’t really affect me. But if I ever get told I need a pat down, as long as it’s a woman doing the groping, I’m pretty certain I won’t cause a scene.