Whenever some nutbar does some heinous act – the recent Navy Yard murders come to mind – the initial reaction of most media is “Look at this evil man and what he’s done.” Even if there are mental illness factors in the mix.
Let the nutbar be female, and most media reaction is something along the line of, “Oh, she is (was) obviously mentally and emotionally deficient in some way and needs our help!”
Black woman who ran barricades in D.C. and had to be shot to be stopped. Sorry, we forgot, mentioning race is racist. The man who shot up the Navy Yard was Black, too. And, the Fort Hood murderer, and…
(Sorry – we should only mention race if the evildoer is White, then bigotry is the obvious motivator.)
And, don’t get me started on female sexual predators…
BTW – the ‘voyeur’ predator is female! I expect the poor thing to be considered a victim, somehow.
I first saw The Avengers (the Patrick McNee BBC vehicle, not the comic books or movies) in the mid 60s, about the same time I hit puberty.
She didn’t have a huge top, nor was she actually skilled in the use of firearms, judo and karate. But, my hormones didn’t care. Here was a smart, sexy woman, dressed every-so-often in a black (or blue, or some other color) leather catsuit.
And I’ve been hooked ever since.
Not just she, but all her descendants and antecedents – because there were some predecessors I’d not seen prior, or hadn’t noticed because puberty hadn’t yet hit.
Honor Blackman (who played her predecessor on the British-only Avengers) played Pussy Galore in Goldfinger, at times in a catsuit. Of course there was Honey West, Catwoman, and a whole bevvy of slinky women in catsuits since.
And they keep showing up! The cat burglar who replaces the broken.missing valuables in the insurance TV commercial being the most recent.
It seems SEX sells.
I like women. I like guns. I’m funny that way.
I especially like it when women and guns get together. Not much is better for me than to see a woman take control of her own personal security by owning a firearm, training with it, and carrying it!
Ah, there’s the rub. Literally.
Most of my female shooting students have had difficulty over the years with the whole male-dominated gun culture. And as a result, they either don’t carry or cannot find a comfortable way to carry which meets their needs.
Fortunately, just like firearms themselves evolving, the carry equipment industry has evolved, too.
My roommate has a number of .45s, mostly 1911s and mostly compact (for carry). But what to do? Like most women, she is structured differently. And, she rarely wears pant belts, and it’s usually too hot here for a shoulder rig.
Then she ran across The Well-Armed Woman based on advice from you blog readers. And what a find!
Numerous products for female carry. Below the chest area, waistband (with and without belt), belly bands, and many other choices. As they are HQ in North Scottsdale, we had to take a road trip. And she spent money. Got three concealment holsters of different varieties, and another (sigh) handbag – this one by Gun Tote’n Mamas!
There may be a little banging of the feminist drum, in that these businesses are for women, by women. But I don’t care if the holsters and handbags are designed by Martians, as long as they do the job!
This far, my roomie loves her new stuff. I sense another road trip in our future.
I’ve written about this model N frame Smith before. But, yet another tale bubbled up from the slime that is my subconcious.
It seems much of my ‘adult’ youth was spent in pursuit of both girls and guns. I was luckier with guns. And, frankly, not all that lucky with them.
John C. was a friend from my college law-enforcement classes. He was a former Marine wanting to become a deputy in the county where he grew up. He became my boss doing security at the closed Legend City amusement park. He was married to a strikingly beautiful young woman, who was a secretary at the local FBI office. This made sense in the scheme of things, as he was ruggedly handsome. Pale blue eyes, chiseled jaw and permanent five-o’clock shadow.
I’m certain had he known them, my friend Steve would have christened them Lance Goodlooking and Stella Stunning.
And there was something I desired of John’s – his Smith & Wesson Model 28 Highway Patrolman, with the Herrett Shooting Star stocks! (I kinda liked his wife, too, but, hey, they were married! – and I don’t DO that! As if she’d look at me even once…)
ANYWAY, having expressed my admiration for John’s Smith, one day he found himself short of cash, and offered to sell her to me. (the gun, not the wife). And I really, really wanted her. (the gun, seriously)
And we negotiated an arrangement. And I agreed to make payments. You see, I was making something like $90 a week, and had rent, etc. And I think he was asking $75. I could scare up $60, maybe. (this was 1976?)
Well, we met to finalize the deal, and John backed out! It seemed that the Highway Patrolman was his wife’s gun, and there was no way she was parting with her!
Geez! Turned down by the wife! (about the revolver). I can understand her not wanting to part with her though.
I heard some years later that John and his wife had a child, then divorced. I wonder if she still has the Model 28? Or is seeing anyone?
I’m kidding. I cannot afford either.
Turk Turon reminds of a hero of a forgotten age. A heroine? The gender difference is hardly necessary or appropriate:
Go to the link above, and read about this fantastic woman, her exploits and heroic character.
She passed away in 1995. She deserves to be remembered.
Or rather, a leather, plastic, rubber, Kydex or composite bleg.
My roomie recently acquired a SIG 1911. With the 3.2 in barrel, night sights, and Nitron finish. She does love her .45s. Needless to say, I’m envious.But I also have been
pressuring gently urging her to carry on her person, instead of with the satchel cum handbag cum tablet bag she usually uses. Because sometimes, it’s just too damn heavy or inconvenient – or so I’m told. And she’ll go places unarmed where she really shouldn’t.
But, she’s a female and, well,
curvy, voluptuous, feminine in structure well-rounded . And she rarely wears a pant belt. And it’s many times too hot for a shoulder rig (which she does own). When she does wear a belt, she especially likes the convenience and utility of the Yaqui Slide.
My bleg is this – does anyone make a Yaqui Slide designed for beltless wear? Or could someone make one? Or at least a beltless IWB for this weapon?
Designed with a female shape in mind?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Please respond in the comments or via email. Thank you.
Cornered Cat|Scratching Post always presents such well-reasoned wisdom. You should read this link in particular, if you’re not already reading her blog. Then you should remedy the situation by reading it, regularly.
Kathy Jackson walks us through the thought process of the new female shooting student. After all, generally women are more concerned with fashion dictates. (Yes, I know, Brigid, not every woman! )
Some student concerns:
One person expressed it very well when she wrote, “[The Cornered Cat] course requires a holster type I have no intention of ever using. So that means even more money spent on a holster and clothing that would only be used the days of the class.”
Another person wrote something similar: “I’d have to invest in pants with belt loops, belt, and holster that I would probably never use again just to take one or two classes.”
Putting a loaded gun into a holster is the single most dangerous thing anyone ever does in a professional firearms training class.
I remember Jeff Cooper poo-pooing fashion with regard to its dictates versus the need to carry safely. An no one would have ever called The Colonel a fashion plate. After all, what’s more important?
And men, don’t gloss over going to Kathy Jackson’s link because it’s aimed at women. Her above quote applies to you, as well.
Both in training and (daily) carry, safety should be our foremost concern. We are dealing with lethal instrumentalities, after all.
Fashion should come second. Or even farther down the list.
As I’m on disability, my daily wear is usually a colored T-shirt, a long-sleeve over-shirt, Wrangler jeans, a belt from The Wilderness and my diabetic orthopedic walking shoes, with my right one built-up (aka ‘Ed’, the really big shoe). On more formal occasions, I’ve been known to substitute a polo shirt. George Clooney eat your heart out! (I know – your bodyguards probably dress better!)
My shooting wear isn’t much different, except for the addition of my Tilly Hat and eyes/ears. And sunglasses.
If you need to purchase (or perhaps borrow?) some clothes or holsters to meet the requirements of a particular class, I say go for it. More training is always better.
h/t Kathy Jackson, Jeff Cooper
Guffaw’s got the blues…
I try not to let the state of
the World the Nation my life get to me. I try not to be self-centered. I do realize that there’s very little I can do regarding the state of either the World or the Nation. I’ve let my opinions be known, and I voted. I’ve spoken out on this blog. In many places on the globe these things are not allowed, and subject to sever penalties.
But, I can do something about my attitude! I’m approaching a landmark anniversary in my life (if you reckon in Base 10); I’ve no partner to share it with; no money – on disability (which is both a description of lack of funds and physical ability).
I’ve a number of chronic conditions, and seem to acquire more every day. I owe medical bills.
I drive a 13 year old car, when I can afford gasoline.
And last Summer, because my disability income is 60% lower than my previous meager income, I lost my home. (“We lived in a hallway!” “We dreamed of living in a hallway-we lived in a cardboard box!” – Monty Python) Fortunately, a good friend offered me a place to stay.
Two weeks ago, my sister had a minor stroke. (If there is such a thing). She’s back to work, and coping, but it does get one’s attention.
But all is not lost.
Re: this upcoming calendar mark – My new neighbor and EX-wife (and friend) contacted me, and asked if she could put a little celebration together in my honor!
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, “If you have friends, you have everything!” You know, like the end of that Christmas movie…
Time to remove my head from it’s regular inverted resting place and get moving.
Thanks for listening.
Or rather one woman and one gun…
Good friend (and hero) Lonnie emailed me this. With all the negative imagery regarding the young today, I thought this might be better.
And, besides, women and guns, DUH!
The REAL Miss America
There’s a Proud Papa out there somewhere.
This 19 year old ex-cheerleader now an Air Force Security Forces Sniper, was watching a road in Pakistan that led to a NATO military base when she observed a man digging by the road. She engaged the target (she shot him). It turned out he was a bomb maker for the Taliban, and he was burying an IED that was to be detonated when a U.S. patrol walked by 30 minutes later. It would have certainly killed and wounded several soldiers. The interesting fact of this story is the shot was measured at 725 yards. She shot him as he was bent over burying the bomb. The shot went through his rectum and into the bomb which detonated; he was blown to pieces. The Air Force made a motivational poster of her. (Folks, that’s a shot 25 yards longer than seven football fields)
If You Can Not Stand Behind Our Troops, please Feel Free To Stand In Front Of Them!
Kathy Jackson (of The Cornered Cat fame) finally started a blog about carrying a firearm for self-defense, and all the attendant issues.
Not just for Women, although that is her focus. I steer students of both genders to her work because it is honest, direct and compassionate.
You should make her part of her regular reading regimen. I have.
My goal in producing all this material is to educate and inspire people to take personal responsibility for their own lives and their own safety.
Sounds good to me! - Guffaw