Jan 20, 2012
Thanks to a hotly contested Republican primary populated with colorful personalities and the seemingly endless supply of Hollywood rehab repeat offenders, the word “baggage” has been getting a lot of play these days.
It is the go-to term used by journalists to suggest that an individual is hampered by an interesting past or ongoing psychological frailty without having to get into the sordid details. Stating that he or she has “a lot baggage” gets the dirty laundry out there, but keeps the particular facts discreetly in the basket.
Being neither a political pundit nor a psychologist, I am not much of an expert on baggage in this abstract sense. On the other hand, having hoisted, carted and carried literally tons of luggage through four major US airports while racking up nearly 3 million miles of air travel in 16 years, I can vouch that the term is fitting. Luggage is always bad and cumbersome.
When Christina and I first started on mission, we had two kids. This allowed us eight checked bags and four carry-ons. Not long into our tenure as missionaries, the addition of our other two children allowed us to move up to a dozen checked bags and six carry-ons. With weight limits still at 70lbs, we would end up at the airport with a mountain of luggage weighing a half a ton!
Did I mention that baggage is always bad?