I grew up in rural East Texas, and not even that long ago. I don’t think I am old yet - 36?
Anyway, when we were growing up, guns were a tool. They weren’t toys. As part of our high school curriculum there were two paths: Home Ec and Ag. In ag, which I took, we all had to get a hunting license and demonstrate that we could be responsible with some sort of fire arm. If I remember, it was a bolt action 3030. Nobody tolerated a jackass with a gun. We never thought about guns much, and when we wanted to go pig hunting or something, we went and borrowed the appropriate gun. I still have my 12 gauge Savage from the 50s that I inherited. The savage 12 gauge is the perfect tool for destroying a 5 gallon bucket, I think that is the thing I used it for last in 1999.
Now guns seem to be something different. They seem to be a replacement for Jesus or a penis or self confidence or something. They now seem to be a status symbol of some sort. They are now an item to build your identity around, which is mildly disturbing. Us rednecks used to build our identity around things like old Chevy pickups and Clint Black tapes.
I always thought of a gun like a Snap-On Digital Torque Wrench. They seem to now be substitutes for testicular supremacy, or a pacifier for people feeling “under attack”. I was taught that you never ride a motorcycle angry, you never talk to anyone you love on the phone angry, and you certainly never held a gun or a chainsaw or any other dangerous tool when you were angry. Is there a category for that? I picked other.