A buddy of mine sent me this article from Yahoo! Lifestyle, originally published in Parents.
Let me guess, you became an annoying asshole?
When I became a mom of two in Manhattan, I had already lived in New York City for ten years, in a city with notoriously strict gun laws. Residents with premise permits can only carry a gun outside of their home to a firing range and it must be unloaded and stored in a locked container during travel. Otherwise, guns can’t be taken anywhere, including outside city limits.
I can’t wait for the Supreme Court to change that.
We lived in a two-bedroom apartment only a few avenues away from Central Park and the only guns I ever saw were in the holsters of officers of the New York Police Department or members of the counterterrorism division who guard high-traffic areas of the busy city.
I bolded the “the only guns I ever saw” part because this fallacy is central to all of her whining.
My husband and I definitely did not keep a gun in our home and I never worried whether there were guns in the homes that my children, then ages 3 and 1, visited for playdates. Guns were just not a part of our community’s lifestyle. Even as a kid growing up in Syracuse, New York, my family did not own a gun. No one in my family hunted and I didn’t even own a toy pistol growing up. I never had a reason to learn how to properly hold or shoot a gun.
Sheltered New York Progressive. Got it.
But everything changed in 2016 when my family moved to Texas.
Why did she move to Texas? I can guarantee the people of Texas didn’t want her to move there.
Of course, I knew before we moved that Texas has very different views on guns than New York City, but I was still surprised to see the huge billboards on the highway for buying guns and ammo. I was shocked to realize you can buy a pair of soccer cleats and a gun in the same store.
I’m so sorry that is happening to her. Having her bubble burst that the rest of the country is not Manhattan must be painful as hell.