What's in your pants, citizen? If we don't know what it is, we have to grope it. Erin McElroy: TSA And Gender Profiling “Are you female, or a guy?” He was attempting to conceal a smirk below his professional stoicism.“Why does it matter?” I cautiously inquired.“We didn't recognize your body in the body scan,” he explained, matter-of-factly. “And so we need to pat you down. We need to know which gender TSA officer should perform the pat-down.”Ah ha! So because my body was not recognizable on the scan, I needed to be further examined. Not because I contained any suspicious objects, but because my gender was deviant. Frustrated and dejected, I pointed to a female TSA officer nearby, and said that she could pat me down. The whole thing took less than a minute, and soon enough I was on my way to the terminal, growing more confused and angry with each step.