1. You are only allowed to travel with a quart-size bag worth of toiletries, and nothing in a container bigger than 3.4 oz. (Which begs the question, if 3.4 oz. of toothpaste isn’t hazardous, is 4.3? Really?)
No woman I know can travel for more than a day without more toiletries than this. (Clearly, pictured above is a man’s bag.) Even if we’ve cut back to the smallest size containers we can find, there’s: shampoo, conditioner, face soap, body lotion, face lotion (because we ALL know you can’t use body lotion on your face, and you can’t afford to use face lotion on your body), toothpaste, eye cream, and, if we’re lucky enough to go somewhere warm, sunscreen. If we actually want to look halfway decent there are probably at least 2 (two) hairstyling products, and if we want to smell nice, shower gel and/or perfume.
It just isn’t possible.
SO: somebody has to check a bag.
2. Checked luggage is $25 each way. And that’s only if it weighs less than my first child did on his first birthday. (Don’t ask.) The airlines saw an opportunity for profit that was even simpler than the decision to stop feeding passengers. Soon they’re going to ask us to help with routine maintenance and to take turns demonstrating to all of those who have spent the last 30 years living at the bottom of a mineshaft how to put on their safety belts. No one really expected them to take the surcharge off when gas went back to it’s lowest-price-when-adjusted-for-inflation-since-the-70s, did they?
This, of course, doesn’t even begin to address how angry it makes me that people have decided it’s a good way to communicate their disagreement with society by blowing up airplanes. I’ll have to save that topic for another day. Right now I need to go try to fit in that tube of toothpaste. . .