I’ve grown tired of a certain type of commercial, practically unavoidable nowadays, for home security systems. You know the story: a woman, home by herself or alone with children; a man, usually a stalker or a crazy ex; he smashes a window or kicks open a door; the woman screams; the alarm sounds; now another man, this one sane and professional, an employee with the security outfit, calls to check on her-help is on the way.
Not to make light of a serious topic, but must woman always be shown the helpless victim? Always at the mercy of some man-attacker or defender-for her safety? Can’t producers of films, television series, commercials imagine life any other way, indeed, as it really is?
For it isn’t that way in real life. A woman’s safety is her own province, whether she likes it or not, and something for which she is well-equipped; and the athletic woman, abundantly so.
In point of fact, the would-be attacker in the Cincinnati area who recently found out the hard way: