The fact that you personally are annoyed — you! an educated white-collar professional! — doesn't mean that the process is idiotic. I've heard it called "security theater" so many times I'd be rich if I had a nickel for each time it popped up in my browser, but although the anti-TSA rants are often cathartic and amusing, they've never made much sense to me. All the crap that TSA goes through actually seems pretty clearly directed at improving the security of air travel.
Drum does bring up a pretty frightening point, though: If, God forbid, a terrorist attack were to succeed, our ease of air travel would undoubtedly decrease even further.
Over at Politico, Michael Kinsley urges us to remember that TSA officials are people too:
But perhaps my favorite response is from Foster Kamer, who just wants America to "Stop Freaking Out":
America, get your shit together and buck up. This is a complex problem that lacks an easy solution. You freaking out at the airport -- regardless of how violated you do or don't feel -- isn't going to make anything better for anyone. Contact your congressional representatives! Do something that will actually make a difference. But whatever you do, do NOT mess with my holiday travel plans. I have an airport bar to get to, and when I get there, I will drink away the trauma of having my cock grabbed by an equally uncomfortable stranger, and then channel this fury into calls and letters forcing the elected officials I appointed to do their jobs into actually doing their jobs. For the moment, though, all of us -- you, me, and TSA screeners -- are going through variations of the same hell. Don't make it worse.