Yeah. Stand there. That's right. Put your hands above your head. Yeah. That's good. Okay, you can go. Next. Yeah.
Okay, maybe it's not that creepy, and perhaps the strange men at the airport don't want to see me naked, but that's what it feels like to those of us who have passed through the "naked" scanners that are now occupying the nation's airports. Of course, if you say "no thanks" they say, "come here, big boy" and give you the old grope.
Did we mention that the scanners may (may, evidence still shakey) cause cancer and aren't especially effective at detecting booty bombs or strategically-placed metallic objects?