A few details from my travels which I have either blocked or just...did not want to deal with explaining. My flight down was HORRIBLE, the aisle in front of me, beside me, and behind me was populated by a group of men traveling together, mostly in their twenties but a couple were older.
From practically the time they boarded to the time we got off in Tampa, everything out of these guys' mouths was either sexist, homophobic, generally rude, and peppered with the kind of language you just DO NOT USE outside of your social circle. (It was even more fun once they were served alcohol - note that this was a 9am, two and a half hour flight, and one of these guys ended up with three of those little bottles of Jim Beam.) And not one person
said a damn word to them.
Much to my shame, this included me, but I was too paralyzed by fury and disgust to do anything more than glare, and even THAT was difficult because I did not want to look at them. Never in my life have I been so happy to get off an airplane.
Then on the way home I was treated to the TSA's fun new "pat-down" NOTE: link contains description of humiliating nearly-public groinal investigation, so click at your own risk. ( Same goes for the cut, where I'm going over my experience which also involves a boob check. Also tl;dr.Collapse )
FINAL NOTE: according to the ACLU they've made this process so horrible because it's the only alternative to the scanner thing. So your choices are either shut up and have your naked picture taken or prepare to be groped. I was lucky enough to experience both. AMERICA, FUCK YEAH.
And I'm leaving this public in case you want to pass it around.
(My flight home was much nicer, there was Direct TV so I finally got to see The Pandorica Opens
and an empty seat between me and the guy on the aisle. I got him to give me a fist-bump to celebrate our good fortune.)