Writing in The Atlantic, Megan McArdle bids adieu to the airlines: “If I have to let someone else see me naked in order to be with you–well, I’m just not that kinky. And deep down, I don’t think you are either. I think it’s the TSA making you act like this. Frankly, you haven’t been the same since you started running around together.” She’ll pass along your “Dear John” letters, too. (Thanks, Alan!)