Everybody Scream!

I'm calling it: the TSA nudie scanner flap has metastasised into a full-blown moral panic, and, like unto other moral panics, will now deliver drama and hilarity in equal measure all the while unconnected to what may actually be going on or any utility or offense offered.  The tip-off?  Not the tales of bad incidents, or the questionable functionality of the devices or even the fitness for purpose of the organisation, staff and protocols.  No, the clue was the eerie, unearthly laying down of lion with lamb: it's an American political issue that really is grassroots and bipartisan! That ought to raise suspicion: it's like calorie-free beer and unicorn bacon.  The evidence to back up the clue is the reams of shrill hypotheticals in every medium fit to publish, feedbacking to a quivering pitch of don't touch my junk you'll give my false penis pedocancer! and more than a few kilts being worn to check-in.

Concern? Well, sure. Hostility? You betcha. Consensus? That's the unicorn bacon. Disproportionality? Ya reckon? Volatility? Wait and see, it's come to a quick boil though. 

Moral panics are a funny old phenomenon.  My suggestion: get some marshmallows and enjoy the show.