Ladies, wish you had a gun that could be concealed under your little black dress or in your mico-mini shoulder bag? Sure you do.
Say you’re going to party during Girls Night Out. You’ve had your mani-pedi (yes, I know what that is), and you’ve spent hours on your hair which looks amazing. You’ve got on a slinky killer dress and your dancing shoes. You pack your id, credit card, tissue and lipstick in that itty-bitty purse you carry cross-body while out on the floor kicking up your heels.
The last thing you want to worry about is safety going to and from your car at night. You just wanna have fun. And you don’t want to be dependent on someone else for protection. You want to be armed and dangerous yourself, without lugging a heavy pistol to the club.
I get it. And I’ve been on the lookout for just the right one to recommend. I found it, and the name is perfect: Black Widow.
Here’s a description of this diminutive powerhouse. You’ll see why it’s a perfect chick’s gun.
From a carry perspective, what the Black Widow has going for it is what it’s lacking, namely size and weight. The revolver is just a bit more than 5.75 inches long and .75 inch wide across the grip. Much of its height comes from the rubber grips, which are purposely extended and bulbous to make them better fit the hand. The grips don’t have to be that large, and on other NAA models, they’re not. From the bottom of the trigger to the top of the hammer, the little revolver measures only about 1.75 inches and slims substantially as you move toward the muzzle. The frame and cylinder are stainless steel, but since there is so little of it, the Black Widow weighs less than 9 ounces.
While the revolver’s frame makes it easy to tuck away, the grips help with getting it out in a hurry. The Black Widow’s grip angle seems more open than what’s normally found on most revolvers, which seems to facilitate obtaining a good purchase in the tight confines imposed by deep concealment. Two fairly deep scallops on the front of the grips match up with the middle and ring fingers, further aiding in control. The grips’ rubber material has a slightly tacky quality, which also prevents your hand from slipping.
Still not sure you need a gun? Here’s an excerpt from one woman’s story of how she came to embrace the idea, from “How Barbara Got Her Gun” by Barbara Curtis:
The federal government’s appetite for control over and intrusion into our lives seemed to be burgeoning faster than the speed of cyberspace. A lawsuit here, a land grab there, federal interference everywhere. The last straw was when the state of California called for certain weapons to be registered, then followed up by confiscating the registered guns from their law-abiding owners – ensuring that now only criminals would have them. Then I knew it was time to allow – no, urge – my man to get his gun.
And so just in the past few months, for the first time I’ve seen a gun up close and personal, watched my men leave for target practice, experienced the security of knowing our home is protected when we go to sleep at night, and finally – in the culmination of a process that likely never would have begun had I not been more afraid of losing my constitutional rights than of exercising them – learned to ready, aim, and fire.
You want one. You know you do. Just make sure you learn how to use it right.