I was talking on the phone with my father while walking home from the train at night. He was upset that I wasn’t carrying the stun gun he’d bought me. I tried to explain that I didn’t want to carry a weapon that could be taken from me and used against me—the chances of that happening to a woman are higher than I’m willing to think about too much. But he was insistent, then suggesting I get a gun permit to be able to carry a concealed weapon. I lost my patience and told him that I was already afraid enough carrying mace when I walk at night. I don’t want to arm an attacker who likely has a knife with a gun. My safety is at stake every time I walk outside; I’m not willing to put myself at further risk.