They even pulled out my hair curler to ask what that was too, and I was all like, "To get these rockin' waves, you perv." (In their defense, it looks like a butt toy, my husband laughed super hard when I ordered that bumpy nobular hair wand from Amazon. He was dying. He still can't look at it and keep a straight face.)
Anyway, if you want that extra special pat-down, do what I do and wear really impractical but cool pants, COVERED IN METAL ZIPPERS. I set off ALL The alarms, guys. They showed me the scan to tell me where they were going to need to violate (I mean "check") me. And it was everything from the waist down, for some strange mysterious reason that can't possibly have anything to do with all the metal on my pants.
It beats that time I had a metal underwire in my bra, and the TSA agent literally had to put on her gloves to grab my boobs in front of everyone. If that event had a sound effect, it would have been "Honk Honk". Apparently the look of horror on my face made other passengers laugh, and I got a few free drinks out of it (I mean, getting some drinks with a boob-grab seems like the polite thing to do).
Moral of the story: Unless you're feeling frisky and haven't had any action in a while, wear sweat pants and no bra to the airport. Show up in pajamas if necessary. Leave the butt-toy-shaped items at home.