The main reason I carry Outside the Waistband (OWB): me. Too much of me. As a result of my appetite for life (and ice cream), Inside the Waistband (IWB) holsters make a hair shirt seem like silk pajamas. I’m sure members of our Armed Intelligentsia can steer me in the direction of exceptions that prove the rule. Do I want to wear pants even bigger than the embarrassingly large trousers that currently circumnavigate my girth? I do not. And then there’s access. I find that OWB holsters provide the fastest possible access to a firearm—with a good grip. I can start as I mean to finish. Which is SO clearly not the case here (if you can be bothered to look beyond the fact that she’s resting her weak hand on her belt buckle). So, are you an innie or an outie? And how many holsters did it take you to settle on your current rig? Are you done holster hunting?