Originally Posted by benjamin831
I'm not sure what kinda life you lead, but I sure don't find myself needing a knife and flash everyday. But then again I don't live in a ghetto or have a blue-collar job.
There is a lot of trash-talk from both sides on the carrying of knives (firearms are a different debate). I rather wish that those who did carry knives not refer to possible uses including, "stabbing mowafuckers" or whatever. That's idiotic. Knife fights are brutal and bloody -- a knife as a self-defense tool is, at the very best, an ultra-last ditch, nothing-to-lose weapon for most. I also rather wish that those who didn't carry knives wouldn't attempt to cast those who do as redneck hicks. What, are you children? (Probably, I suppose). I've carried a knife everyday since I was 10 or so. I wear a suit to work most days, and live in the country far from crime. Part of my time I spend in a big city with a lot of crime. Still, the knife is my most used-tool (even more than the little flat-head screwdriver on my keyring). None of the times I have most appreciated having it were for defensive purposes -- they say that a man's foremost obligation is to his idea of the duties of manhood. Part of my "ideas of the duties of manhood" is to be able to attend to a variety of situations that arise with preparedness, a broad competence with mechanical devices, and a knowledge of how to make do with what is at hand. Most of the time, if I use my knife (I'm sure I do weekly), is for mundane things -- packages, blister packs, and such. But sometimes it has been really valuable: a friend's beat up old car in college sprang a leak in the upper rad hose which had cracked axially from the clamp. I cut it back (hot! but already depresurized) from the fitting, took the clamp off with the little screwdriver on my keyring, and streched it back on and re-clamped it. 15 minutes. There have been a few bottle-openings sans corkscrew courtesy my Victorinox Ranger, and one bottle opening when I used my Henckles folder, closed, to push the cork into the bottle. Just last week I had to give a presentation to some really important people, before which I stopped at the john. Damned if my zipper didn't lose one of the pawls and break off as I pulled it up. I was like, shit!, but took my knife out and cut into the zipper fabric at the bottom so I could rehook the zipper. It zipped up fine, but I was careful not to pull it up right to the top where the broken pawl was. I don't know what I would have otherwise done -- run off somewhere to try and find scissors or someone else's knife. Two weeks ago, leaving a friend's house a guy playing with his wiper asked if knew anything about cars, and could I help with his wiper? It was night, and dark. I had my messenger with me, took out my little flashlight (nothign like what these guys carry, I admit), and saw that I could reattach it for him with a little help from the Leatherman I carry in my bag. It was nice to help him out, both for the self-respect that brings as well as for the respect from others. It is a kick, no doubt about it, but not one that in any way makes me a 'tough guy' or badass somehow, nor would I want to project that. That said, there is a line when all of these things just turn into pure fetishism, which is stupid -- that happens when the point of all of this is forgotten, when the substance behind having these tools and their capable use is subservient to the trash-talk. I'm sure that happens, but I'm equally sure that sometimes, people just want to talk about what they carry, what they like, and why. ~ H