There's something about airport security—something that makes you think to yourself, "Do they honestly think I'm going to use a pink Schick razor obviously used for cosmetic purposes to evoke harm onto someone?"

I've had them take things away from me before. One time, they took a nail clipper. The next time, they took my tweezers. This time, I didn't even bother taking a razor with me to Michigan. You might not realize the problem in this, but I had to resort to using a crappy hotel razor. I tried, and then I ended up looking like I had chicken pox on my legs. Terrible.

Basically, I think airport security people need to take a chill pill.