Read this metro-sexual tripe, if you can stomach it…
Wasp spray? Car keys? Treat them “like royalty?” Is he fucking kidding me?
Hey Jeff Rossen, I have a question for you: Have you ever been in a fight? Are you a husband? A father? Much of a man? In short, what the fuck are you talking about?
You see you grew up in toney Happauge, Long Island, NY – 93.5% white and with a median family income of $101,000, give or take. Not exactly a hot bed of B&E, assaults, rapes and kidnappings as I recall. Had you come up through, say, East New York, Yonkers, Newark or Jersey City perhaps you would have different, less academic and more visceral take on your “strategy”.
How about this alternative Jeffrey: My Remington 870 loaded progressively with No8, No4 and 00 buckshot next to your bed instead of your can of wasp spray, car keys, hand lotion and copy of 50 shades of grey?
Grow up, put on your big-boy pants, and accept that you have a duty to bear unpleasantness on behalf of your family that transcends the use of bug spray. You do us all a disservice by pretending to opine from a position of authority or erudition.
You would have lasted about 4 days where I grew up.