It's nonsense like this that makes me itch to start tucking outrageously perverted sex toys and unguents in my bag and then PRAY I'll be searched.

Since my perverse nature is concealed in a deceptively anglo "white bread" package I tend to be the "apology" search when my husband and I travel. I can almost hear the Airline security yelping "See? We pull aside blond, blue eyed people TOO!" whenever I and my luggage are diverted for groping and probing.

Can't wait to see the look on the Metro cop's face when they search my bag and find stuff that takes D batteries! ("That? Oh..I'm a sex educator. This IS the line for West Hollywood, you know. Here, want some brochures?")

You know, I am torn between my own (sadly) now-worldly view of "It was just a hooker, America, Grow Up!" and my spousal/health field worker outrage that he not only chose to risk his family's emotional welfare to get laid, but that he actually was known as being a "difficult customer" because he got petulant about using condoms.
So being governor gave him magical STD immunity?
I am also amazed at his wife's sense of duty in standing up there with him during the press conference. (and wonder if she knew about the condoms issue yet?? Poor thing, she probably called her best friend, her lawyer and her ob-gyn in that order.). If my husband pulled that in public office, I already told him he'd be standing up there alone....in a sparkly pink tutu and my highest stilettos (because I'd have hidden all his clothes and credit cards and locked him out of the house).