TSA: Bombs, okay. Honey, no way.

From those lovers of reason at Reason.TV, a public service announcement from the TSA.

I’ve been on seven planes in my entire life. Only seven. And despite my curly hair, girlish dimples, innocent blue eyes, and angelic heart of gold, I’ve been scanned. That odd wand was waved up and down my body while I looked at my friend sitting in the waiting area and gave her a look that said, “I’m being discriminated for my cuteness.”
Yes, I was a potential threat. Perhaps it was that bomb I had in my underwear. Wait…no, that wasn’t me.