I’ve been informed by dear Stephanie that I am sooo Jetrosexual.
What is Jetrosexual you might ask? According to a CNN article about a Virgin Atlantic Ultimate Jetrosexual Contest:
Ignoring borders and time zones, they make the world smaller with each journey, the company said, and it is these travelers that have made the airline a successful venture for Virgin.
But that’s not enough. There are 11 commandments to determine whether or not you qualify as the Ultimate Jetrosexual. See below for a complete list.
I don’t think I actually qualify… I am a notoriously heavy packer and it’s a bit of a stretch to claim I leave terra firma behind in order to move business and culture forward. But I am no chatty cathy nor do I own an inflatable pillow (it’s a föm pillow, dammit).
A quick Google search indicates that this term is actually not so new. To quote Philip Sherburne’s Blog entry from September 2004:
I may be a jetrosexual, but damn if it ain’t giving me rugburn.
Indeed. Well, the prize for the Ultimate Jetrosexual Contest are two upper class plane tickets to London. And you know I am having quite the love affair with London this year. Deadline to enter is Sept 15…hmmm, that gives me just enough time to figure out how to order a beer in 2 more languages.