security revue (if.)

If I were a performance artist I would buy an open jaws airline ticket and travel to all the airports in the United States where, while going through security, I would strip down slowly and decorously, stacking my clothing in the little grey bins, until only the barest undergarments remained -- sparkling silver pasties and a matching g-string might do. This is performance art, after all.

Once through the metal detector I would dress again and board my flight.

All of this TO MAKE A POINT.

(Yes, clearly, all this travel is taking its toll.)