I Used to Care, Now I Take a Pill For That

I found myself channeling my inner Gwen Cooper today.  I finally agreed to go shooting with my husband, since my Kalashnikitty  T-shirt arrived the other day, and I had promised.  The range reminded me of  the Torchwood episode  where Jack is teaching Gwen to shoot.  He tells her he hopes she never has to use one, but she had better learn how to handle them.  That pretty much sums me up.  I did not do well with the .38 revolver, especially when I shot one handed and standing sideways.  Now, my husband may not have as much hair or be as good looking as John Barrowman, but  he's mine.  However,  the range was really crowded, so there was no sexy replay of the shooting lesson.

 There were an awful lot of women there, I was pleased and surprised to see.  I took stance and grip pointers from the woman in the next lane, who could  have been Aeryn Sun in the flesh.  "Jirl Power, " I thought I heard Aeryn Sun say in my head.  She was tall, beautiful, all in black, and had an impressive array of weaponry all laid out in front of her, that she definitely knew how to use.  I was in awe.





This woman was quite an inspiration.  I have been a little hesitant to go shooting, because it just isn't my thing, but after talking with this woman for a bit and watching her shred the center mass of her target, which was a masked man with a gun, I have changed my mind.  Knowing how to handle a weapon levels the playing field; what a way to feel empowered.  Any big baddie who decides to take on this woman  will deserve what's coming to him, and probably won't live to tell about it. 


Even though I will probably never shoot just for fun, I'm glad I'm learning how to shoot and overcoming my general attitude of,  "Ew, guns scary." I did much better with the AR-15 than with the revolver, and actually enjoyed shooting it,  even  though it is an EBR (evil black rifle).   I think I will go back to the range again without complaining so much.