Dear Prudie, My husband refuses to go through the full body scanners at airports. He believes the machines were haphazardly installed and aren’t entirely safe, and are a government-funded threat to personal freedom. We are traveling with our daughter at the end of the month and he wants us all to opt out. I do not want a pat down, nor does my daughter, but this is a huge deal for him and it has caused much arguing. I am dreading our upcoming trip and I don’t want my daughter to become part of a tug of war between us. Should I refuse the pat down for me? For me and my daughter? Or should I just deal with the pat down because it’s so important to him? We only travel a few times a year and it’s really just a few minutes of discomfort and humiliation to appease what is a very real concern of his.
—Please Don’t Touch Me
Dear Don’t, There’s no dispute we need airport security. But I didn’t feel the cause of national safety was enhanced the last time I was at the airport and saw an elderly man in a polar bear sweatshirt get pulled aside for a pat down by a team of agents. Sure, lots of us wonder about how wisely the TSA billions are being spent, especially when it still fails to find 95 percent of weapons in tests, and we resent the ritual of being passing beltless and unshod through their machines for the privilege of being crammed into economy. But if you want to fly, you submit. Worrying about the health effects of the airport scanners is silly, and if your husband resents this government-mandated requirement, his alternative of being manually examined seems hardly less heavy-handed. He objects to what he sees as government intrusion, but then he goes and insists you and your child to submit to his demands. Tell him he’s free to refuse the body scanner, but he’s no believer in personal freedom if he then bullies the two of you out of your own choice.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I have an extreme aversion to enclosed, tight places with lots of people.
I just don't think flying would be the least bit pleasant for me or anyone around me.
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I don't like to be touched a lot by others. If I'm flying it's just part of what has to be done. It's a safety protocol to pat down people if they feel like it. Pat me down, don't pat me down. Whatever, just let me on the plane.
Oh good gosh, grow up and deal. If he wants to be a baby, let him. If you want him to control you, let him. Otherwise get over it and move on.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.