In my Advanced Criminological Theory class tonight, the topic of the lecture was Environmental Theories, such as Regular Activity Theory, which basically says what you already knew: that if you participate in risky activities, in risky places, at risky times, you're more likely to become a victim.
"I'm beginning to wonder, with all the school shootings, if I really did pick such a safe, mundane field for regular activity," quipped my rather funny, generally empowered, fast-talking young mother of a professor.
"But remember: grad students had better not be coming in packing! You like this class, remember?" she said, and chuckled.
I waited a second before quick-glancing the room. I spotted two other guys wearing cover garments that were a little too warm for the packed classroom. One of them I know works full time for a larger P.D. I don't know where the other guy works. Neither one of them were, in my estimation, carrying the last time we met for class, two weeks ago.
Ah, well. What she doesn't know, won't hurt her.
Like car seats, we are so strapped!