In New Jersey, I faced a rigorous, intensely personal process with my local police department. I got to know my detective inquisitor by name, and he learned everything from my actual weight to the location of my tattoo.
He quizzed two friends about my state of mind and drinking habits. Even my husband got a say in my quest to arm myself.
Had I ever sought mental-health treatment - for anything from postpartum depression to anxiety - the detective had the right to ask my doctors whether they thought I was emotionally stable enough to own a gun.
I know it's wrong to make such superficial judgments, but is anyone really surprised that someone named "Monica Yant Kinney" is anti-choice when it comes to guns? What a perfect example of contradiction in what's passed off to the masses as "feminist thought." Following such "logic" to a generalized conclusion, the fragile dears are apparently incapable of making an important decision for themselves without permission from males and other authority figures.
So a woman needs her husband's permission to arm herself? What if he's the one she's arming herself against? Or let someone suggest that permission should be required from her husband to get an abortion and listen to the howls of outrage.
Be back in a minute...
Sorry--had to go purge the thought of the location of Ms. Yant Kinney's tatoo. Now where was I?
Oh, yeah, tell ya what Monica--you figure out a way to get the predatory reptiles to get your husband and your doctor's and the police's permission to get their guns, and then we'll talk.