As I get ready to pick up my fashion-plate little sister from LAX today, on her return from a trip to England (quick note here that my sister is far cooler than I will ever be, though she expects a certain level of chic from her older sibling, and this is why I have to worry about how my hair is going to look today), I’m also looking at this post about shoes in airport security lines, from T Magazine, and shuddering about the recent time I tried to circumvent the system by wearing flip-flops so I wouldn’t have to take them off. Much to my dismay and disgust, airport security made me take them off anyway, so that I was barefoot in the airport, like some sort of feral child.
It is hard to imagine an American experience much worse than air travel and a place worse than our airports, and that is really a shame. It would not be difficult for them (you know, Them - the TSA and the rest of the mad conspirators that think lip gloss is a potential bomb threat but let monkeys hidden in hats slip through) to make it more reasonable. But because it’s an experience that is hard to boycott, and there are few alternatives if you don’t, say, own your own jet, there is little reason for them to change anything.
And the airlines are all mediocre, too. Even Virgin America, which distracts you with a shiny entertainment system (that has only worked properly about half the time I’ve flown them), is just another airline, even if it is dressed up like a really fun, Eurotrash dance club.
Completely unrelated, I interviewed Shahrnush Parsipur recently and here it is. She’s pretty amazing, and I did the whole thing in Farsi, which was quite a feat.
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