Apparently the TSA thinks so.
I was on my way from New Hampshire to Oregon a couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t in a particularly good mood to begin with, having had to extract myself from my nice, warm, thick microfiber sheets at 3:30 a.m. in order to catch a 6 a.m. flight. I was singularly focused on getting my hands on a cup of steaming black coffee.
Read full article about breasts as lethal weapons in the Women’s Toolbox, published March 15, 2012