I’ve had this tab open for ages. No, not the diet soft drink that preceded Diet Coke. A story at nymag.com called The Scary Reason Some Men Like Guns Better Than Women. It’s a disarmament-flavored doozy, riffing on a list in the author’s landlord’s apartment entitled “10 reasons why a handgun is better than a woman.” Ready for a sample? . . .
For years the NRA defended laws that kept guns in the hands of known domestic abusers. Which makes it all the more chilling to recall the No. 1 reason on my college landlord’s list of reasons why guns are better than women: ‘You can buy a silencer for a handgun.’ The sickening truth is you can buy a silencer for a woman. It’s a called a handgun.
To paraphrase the bard, turnabout is unfair play. Anyway, for a little editorial balance, here are three ways that firearms make men better people, not worse . . .
1. Guns make men more responsible
With great power comes great responsibility.’Nuff said? OK, a little more . . .
The antis like to portray male gun owners as stupid and cavalier. They reckon gun guys are so intellectually impaired, so testosterone-crazed, so unable to resist peer pressure, that they’re oblivious to firearms’ inherent dangers. In other words, male gun owners are prone to [drunken] gun accidents and [unjustifiable] firearms-related homicides.
Of course, there are some gun guys who fit that description. But these irresponsible/criminal gun owners are a small minority. In fact, they’re such a small subset of male gun owners that we feature them here on TTAG. With a warning: don’t be that guy.
The vast majority of gun owners are not “that guy.” They follow the four safety rules. But the responsibility thing runs deeper than that. The moment a boy first assumes control of a firearm is the moment he learns something profound about taking control of himself. Gun ownership is an important step towards becoming an adult, with all the responsibilities that implies. In that sense, guns help make him a better person.
2. Guns make men less confrontational
We hear about firearms-related confrontations all the time. And why not? As Don Henly sang, it’s interesting when people die. Especially when they die violently from gunfire. No wonder the gun control crowd are always talking about innocent people being shot, while the gun rights community focuses on good people shooting bad people.
The real story about guns in America? Tens of millions of male gun owners don’t get shot or shoot anyone. Ever. You can round down to zero the percentage of legal – even illegal – male gun owners who fire their weapon at another human being. Simply put, they don’t want to get shot or shoot. So they avoid confrontation.
In fact, most men who own guns don’t even carry them – even if they have a permit or live in a permitless state. How not spoiling for a gunfight can you get? More than that, those men that do carry a gun are chill. Out-of-their-way-to-avoid-or-deescalate-a-potentially-violent-confrontation-lest-they-end-up-in-a-gunfight-and/or-lose-their-gun-rights chill.
3. Guns make men cooler
Just in case you didn’t hear Colion Noir say it eleventy billion times, guns are cool. A man who can handle a firearm safely, responsibly and effectively has a major cool thing going on. Sure, a guy can lose his gun cool by drinking too much tactikoolaid or nerding out on ballistic coefficients. But gun cool is a gun guy’s to lose.
Not to beat around the bush (so to speak), at the risk of calling my heterosexuality into question, gun guys are sexy. Maybe it’s the intensity and singularity of focus required to shoot well. Maybe it’s that slow is smooth smooth is fast deal. However you look at it, ladies, beware of the man without one gun.
Women like Ann Friedman (who penned the anti-pistol polemic for New York) can’t see the positive impact gun culture has on men – even though she “grew up in a part of the country where hunting and gun shows are common, and gun laws are relatively lax.” Her political affiliation demands that she sees gun guys as a bunch of immature, reckless, feckless ignoramuses. Which begs the question: I know you are but what am I?