Naked raisins

Upon chit-chatting with a friend in Holland, the topic of traveling one another's country came up. She is coming to the United States in the spring, and I gave her the following advice, bearing the most recent screening approaches we're adopting in mind, "Just don't wear any shoes, underwear, bras, clothing, liquids... coming into the US, I'd dehydrate myself like a naked raisin."

I said it with snarky sarcasm, but then I got to thinking... that really is what we're going to be reduced to. As I tweeted the other day, the one positive thing about this is that there will be no question about what a "normal" body type will be in this country. The naked body scans may very well quell the fears of girls all over the world with body dysmorphic disorder. We'll see all the undergarments used to pull in people's guts, reduce their thighs, boost their boobs, enlarge junk in various trunks. There will be no hiding that we don't all have airbrushed bodies like on the cover of "Sports Illustrated" and, try as we might to pass ourselves off as their competition, we're all just as lumpy and dumpy as the next one.

Of course, I really hope that's the case. Because if it's not, then I'm going to feel like a potato.