Tired, sore, and sunburned, but I have successfully leveled up in Mall Ninja.
Now, don't get me wrong: There's nothing wrong with having good gear, and it can make a training class a lot more convenient when you're festooned with Cool Guy dump pouches, Camelbaks, and enough loaded magazines to reenact the taking of Fallujah. However, when you look at a picture of the shooters on line at gun school and the only way you can tell the jocked-up SWAT cops from the IT guys on their tactical golf vacations is by whether their flexi-cuff holder is in a basket weave pattern or not, it can make you wonder what the point is.
Off the line, guys are comparing labels on plate carriers and chest rigs as assiduously as style-conscious sorority girls. I recently read a review of a shooting class in which the author name-dropped each piece of gear he used, from the sights on his pistol to the brand of his (I'm not kidding) tactical boots, and then opened his next paragraph with "There's not enough space to cover all the valuable information imparted by the instructor..." and I thought to myself "Well, if you hadn't just pissed away two paragraphs telling me what brand of frickin' tactical underwear you were wearing, there might have been enough space after all."
For what it's worth, my tactical pants in the class were by Wrangler, and they come with two single 30-rd mag pouches, one right over each butt cheek. I can about guarantee that, should the balloon ever go up for real, those will be the pants in which I'll be fighting, so I reckoned I might as well practice fighting in them...