In the pit because my ignorance is probably of the sort that can only be burned away.
For at least the last 5 years they knock on my door every November/December, usually after 7:00 pm, always after sunset. Now, after the last of the family is home for the evening the front door is locked and the porch light goes off–it’s dark out there but our evening rituals don’t usually involve having company over during the week. The front door is not very welcoming. It goes like this: door knock, wife & I exchange glances & wonder who the hell that could be rapping at our unfriendly chamber door. As the one with testosterone, muscles, and the best life insurance policy I get to answer the door. Lo and behold, it’s a young woman. Attractive, petite, maybe 110 pounds, wearing a cumbersome parka (because it’s like 20 degrees outside) and holding a bunch of pamphlets. And she’s alone. She introduces herself as a volunteer for RAAP, etc. etc. As I let her go into her spiel I’m casually checking her body posture. She’s standing square at the doorway facing into the house with her feet maybe 3 inches from the threshold, she’s got her weight shifted onto her left foot (the only way to get away from my front door is for her to bolt to the left) and she’s on her heels. I don’t see any strange cars in the immediate vicinty. I need only take one lunging step and she’s off her feet & getting hauled into the house. If I was looking for a new addition to my dungeon harem, she’s a perfect candidate.
I’ll stop right here because you know where I’m going with this. Yeah, everyone should be able to go anywhere they want to, into any situation, at any time of day, unaccompanied, without fear of personal attack. In the real world, however, there are such things as good ideas and bad ideas, and tragic irony. So what am I missing here? This whole scenario must be orchestrated because it seems so perfectly anti personal safety awareness.