It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen–oh wait, excuse me, wrong story. What I meant to say was that it was an unseasonably warm day in November when I read about the latest in airport security measures–full body scans.
Full body scans?! Wasn’t walking barefoot through the metal detector with all legal liquids in a plastic bag and boarding pass and photo ID in tow enough? I can’t stand flying as it is, or airports for that matter, and now the TSA is requiring full body scans at all airports.
So now, when I, an already anxious flyer, go to the airport, I have to pick between a TSA worker seeing me naked or a same-sex TSA worker touching my chest and other choice areas to make sure that I’m not hiding anything illegal in my body cavity. Hmmm, a tough decision. Which method shall I pick? Be groped or be seen naked? Gosh, that high-speed rail is sounding great right about now…(dang it, Scott Walker!).
Full body scans at security checkpoints have crossed a line. At this rate, they might as well strip search us when we pass through security. Full body scans should be reserved for medical reasons only, not for use at airport security checkpoints.
I don’t know what’s worse, receiving a full body scan or its alternative–getting groped. Give me a break. Of course, I’m sure plenty of Americans will defend this new measure, all in the name of American safety and security. Safety at all costs! Sure we have to sacrifice some personal freedoms in order to stay safe, but this new invasive airport security measure has gone too far.