Having lived with the elephant of domestic violence as a child in both my grandparents’ and parents’ homes, having been terribly mired myself in more of the same as a young and unskilled wife, having been the victim of public intimidation (a hand gun pointed at me by a stranger in a public garage), having been a survivor of too many #MeToos in my working years, and having been over and over again horrified each time by reports of another woman or girl victimized — this latest