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When I was 19 and in my second year of university on Vancouver Island, a robber entered my home and stole a number of valuables.  I had been home alone. I had fallen asleep and when my friends left my house they didn't lock the door. I was agonized by the idea that something worse than theft might have happened. The sense of invasion when your home is robbed is tantamount to the way girls feel at all times: nowhere is safe-- not your home, not your street, ... Read More