Peeps show

I really just don’t get the whole fuss over the “porn scanners.” Those are the full-body scanners that show just how full-bodied you might be at a TSA screening checkpoint. And I skew more self-conscious about my body than the average gal. Not that I’m buying a burqa any time soon. But I’ve never owned a pair of short-shorts or a low-cut top in my entire life. And the idea of a TSA screener checking out my worldly goodies doesn’t even phase me.

I’ve been to the airport. I can’t imagine that there are too many jollies to be had ogling most of the passengers in the friendly skies. And I’ve seen a few that I’d actually feel bad for the screener that has to look. And how hard up would you have to be to get a job with TSA just so you could check out people’s silhouettes in gray scale? Um. There’s the internet. Anything you want, you can see. Though, as many and varied as the freak community is, I’ve never heard of an x-ray fetish. TSA should probably look into that though. Talk about an employee who’d be riveted to that screen. Nobody’s getting by them. Employee of the month.

Frankly, I’d far rather have some freak in a booth somewhere checking me out than that same weirdo giving me a pat down. Check me over. Especially if I could get through the damned lines at security faster.