Judith Levine explains why she’d rather be gazed at than groped.
I haven’t flown since the initiation of the new Transportation Security Administration scanner/pat-down regime, but I will have to soon. Protection from the 1-in-9.3 million chance of dying in a terrorist attack requires that I allow a TSA agent to inspect my body. Lucky me, I get to choose: a shower of radiation from the screening machine or fondling by a human hand.
Reflecting on these options, I conclude: I’d rather be gazed at than groped.
