If you know me, you’re well aware I don’t dig guns. So I wrote about it. Not in a “guns are evil gadgets of wickedness” way, but more like in a “I’m not anti-gun, I just don’t want to shoot one or hold one” kind of way. In, fact, that’s the name of the article.
I had to scourge the depths of the internet to find a photo I could use that conveyed something to the tune of, “guns are not sexy or cool.” But everything I found made guns look sexy and cool.
As much as I wanted to be Jill Monroe when I grew up, I don’t think guns are sexy or cool. But the “finger gun” kind of is. And yes, I will use any excuse to bring up Farrah Fawcett, because she was a goddess. FYI, I tried, but I couldn’t find a photo of her doing the finger gun.
But I did find this:
…But I couldn’t use it because of stupid licensing issues, blah, blah, blah, so I tried to recreate it myself. Disaster. It looked like I was choking, and besides, the selfie stick wasn’t charged up, and my husband’s arms aren’t long enough for the necessary depth of field. Then there was this:
Ends up, the black and white part is a photo from the photographer Jean-Baptiste Mondino, who directed Madonna’s “Justify My Love” and “Human Nature” videos, both of which I love. Serious fierceness. But I couldn’t use that one either.
Then there’s this, which I kind of love for her “peekaboo” hair:
I’m not anti-gun. Do what you want, go to the gun range, shoot at the paper villain and put the bullet-ridden guy on your refrigerator when you get home. When my then-8-year-old nephew was here from Australia four years ago, my husband and his brother took him shooting. I don’t think it was the worst idea. Hopefully he walked away with a healthy respect for guns. Until he sees “Straight Outta Compton.”
I’ve shot a gun exactly once. I was 18 or 19 in the desert with friends who were shooting guns. I think I killed a cactus.
Read what I wrote about guns: