Goodbye, Texas.
I'll be hitting the road soon--remaining dog at my side--driving through Roswell, NM, Moab, UT and Boise, ID, on my way to my new (and old) home, Seattle. I've landed a good day job, and a songwriter often needs one of those things to pay the bills. I love a good road trip and this one's bound to be inspiring.
I'm talkin' about the road. Inspiring. Expansive. Full of Revelations.
But if the car is the modern American horse, what are planes?
Planes are annoying. Too much waiting. Too little room, obnoxious people, crying babies. And then there's the crotch-grabbing before you even board the plane...
We teach our children not to let strangers touch their genitals (STRANGER, DANGER!!!), but apparently random agents of the government can touch our genitals all they want, in a public place.
Today one of my favorite alternative weekly's--the Denver Westword--posted a funny story on TSA crotch-grabbing memes. As I scrolled through, I laughed but started to get a teeny bit annoyed that all the TSA memes they posted were of MEN. I have first hand experience with the TSA fondling my labia, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one.
So I thought I'd post a female TSA meme--surely they existed. But after some unsuccessful googling, apparently the internet thinks airport crotch groping it IS a male problem, because I couldn't find much in the way of female TSA memes.
So I found a picture that works (and jives well with my upbringing) and made my own.
Happy Sunday, Everyone.
Fly America at your own risk.
-Jez