I hate pink guns. Pink bows and arrows. Pink camo.
Give me blued cold hard steel and wooden stocks and grips any day.
If I were going to wear camo, I would choose the stuff I grew up with-- the odie green, black, and brown of my Daddy's BDUs.
I think...I think, I may have put my finger on why I hate pink guns and camo this afternoon. I was flipping through the Sportsman's Guide and growling about "pink camo" same as I do when I see gun ads with pink guns. (Okay, so I'm a bit of a snob and seriously poke my nose in the air at baby pink weapons [one of my least favorite colors to begin with].)
It's this: "they" are trying to feminize, to make girly, things that are intrinsically not "girly". Blood and guts are not girly...they are filthy.
Don't get me wrong. I love guns.
Shoot, I even skinned out and dressed a raccoon before turning his hide into a bag!
You can't accuse me of being anti-gun or anti-hunting or anything like that. I believe women should know how to shoot. I believe they should know how to protect themselves. I think it is wise for women to know how to hunt. (Confession: I have never actually been hunting. My six dead coons and chickens do not count.)
However, I think if it takes pink to get them to touch a firearm, that they just may be better off leaving be. Guns are weapons. Guns are tools. Guns are not "girly". They are strong. Strong is not girly. Strong may be feminine, but girly and feminine are two different things in my book.
So...I hate pink camo. I am a snob. Thank-you.
Let's go shooting...
May we never surrender our 2nd Amendment Rights. Baby pink guns and everything.