Terrorists Use Cover Girl
We’ve had a busy summer this year. Hence the regrettable and inevitable decay of WOF.com. Most recently, we flew to fabulous Las Vegas where the former neighbors got married. It was during that trip and still today that I uncover the horrible, dirty plot of the TSA to ruin people’s vacations everywhere.

We’ve flown since that fated day in September and never previously had problems with the TSA, but since those trips and for some unknown reason, security has greatly increased, forcing you to endure the rigamarole that is the Transportation Security Administration.

I was a little alarmed that I’m no longer able to lock my luggage. I guess I counted it a blessing that I found out before our trip, as I’m told they would no doubt have cut off the locks just because they were there. When we arrived in Vegas, it was evident that I was subject to search, despite the lack of any note that travelers before me told me they would leave. My checked baggage looked like it had endured a tornado, making me wonder why I spent an hour putting it together when it would suffer such tragedy.

The trip back was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My unworn and pressed clothes that were delicately placed at the bottom of the suitcase as to not disturb their finely starched nature were at the top, wrapped and crumpled around the black heels that I packed on the side of the suitcase. A seven-inch empty gap existed on the right side of the case, the rest of the items crumpled in heaps and scattered like the clothes had been ejected at some point during the trip and carelessly thrown back into the case. Today I realized that it wasn’t me that forgot to close my Lancome face powder when I went to Vegas, as the same residue was in my makeup case again, only this time every item in the case was covered with the shiny, delicate powder. I don’t know why they felt the need to open it (let alone spill the $27 material all over the place), since everyone knows that if terrorists wanted to sneak deadly poison on the plane, they’d never spend the money on Lancome or Prescriptives. They’d buy Cover Girl.

All joking aside, I have a bone to pick with the TSA. Post 9/11, I wasn’t one of the people who cried for more security in our airports. I saw the attacks as a horrible tragedy that no crisis manual could have predicted. What’s more is that I find it odd that everyone thinks the Patriot Act is a crude violation of our privacy, but the people I raised my luggage issues with simply shrug their shoulders. I find it a gross invasion of my privacy to have some stranger rifle through my lingerie and underwear while I’m not present. Never mind the fact that TSA agents wear plastic gloves to protect themselves, but there’s no protection between my personal items and the possibly crab-infested or STD-ridden luggage they may have searched just previous to mine.

posted by paula 7:08 PM