We can smirk...
...but ultimately this is about our sisters, our cousins, the people you have a drink with, that woman who puts in a few hours to serve food and drink at the sports club, the guy who always has a set of jumper leads to start your car.
In every other aspect of their life, when they lock something they know what level of security they've chosen. Big padlock, little three-wheel combination lock, 5-lever mortice, whatever; by-and-large, they have a gut feel for the risk level.
And when something is locked in the safe in the house, that's where it bloody stays.
That's largely the image they have with their phones as well. How do you explain that the stuff locked in their safe in their house isn't actually there, but is spirited off to a distant warehouse on the busiest street they can imagine. A warehouse where maybe the fire exit is left permanently open, or that a window has been forced and no-one noticed for months?
Something has to change.