Dressing up in black tactical gear from head-to-toe—not to mention stuffing orange hair under a ballistic helmet—is the dictionary definition of a putz. Now. The James Holmes [not shown] spree killing has made tacticool as unfashionable (and inherently suspicious) as Irina Shayk dressed as the San Diego Padres’ Swinging Friar. Or has it? For one thing, Irina Shayk could pull it off (so to speak). For another, gun owners who purchase and practice with military-style equipment—from tactical base layer skivvies to MOLLE (Modular Lightweight Load-carrying Equipment) gear to “assault rifles” chambered in semi-obscure calibers adorned with lights, lasers, extended mags and red dot sights—love their kit for what it does. If you want to be prepared for anything then dammit, this is what prepared looks like. Need, want, who cares? But is there a limit to tacticoolosity, a point at which you slip over the line from well-equipped to dork? Does that depend on whether or not you can walk (i.e. shoot) the talk?