How to write (latest in an endless series)

From Anthony Lane's first letter from the Beijing Olympics in The New Yorker:

To leave your hotel in the morning and have your bag and your person searched before you board a bus to the Olympic Green, as if it were a plane, is no hardship; indeed, from a professional point of view, to be felt up and patted down with such eager regularity has given me the first, helpful hint as to what life was like for Jean Harlow.