Ever try classifying the kinds of 'sheeple'?

Cleaver parents? its like …um mom and dad whith a cleaver?
sorry for bad pun…

I guess Leave It To Beaver re-runs never made it to Russia.... It's an old tv show from the 1950s about a perfect family, the Cleavers. The little boy, Beaver, was always getting in trouble but his parents never yelled at him, they were too perfect for that. Like everything else it has a website now: http://www.leaveittobeaver.org/
 
I don't really have that problem.

It really does make a difference how you react, although of course that's not always the case. The knife in question makes a lot of difference (I get a lot more incredulous (which is as close as I've gotten to "bad") reactions with my Endura than my Meerkat), how you use it makes a big difference, and who you are makes a big difference. In my case, I always use my knife to open boxes and letters and peel fruit as if it's the most natural thing in the world. If you act over-defensive like "what are YOU lookin' at????" I think you're kind of asking for it :p. I find that most people asking "why do you have a knife?" can usually be satisfied with a smile and a "it's useful to have around, don't you think?" Even those who say, "Whoa, that's a big knife" can be placated with "no, not really, it's about the same size as [some kitchen knife]". There will always be people who don't understand or disagree, but that's always going to be the case with just about everything, and the best you can do is try and make them see where you're coming from in a non-threatening way.

The only time I've actually ever had a bad reaction was from this girl I just met who said, "Why do you carry a knife around with you?! ..... That's freaky," and then everyone else was too busy agreeing with me (ex-Boy Scout) or telling me how cool my knife was (a friend asked to see it) to pay any attention to her. :p I think I enjoyed that moment just a little too much ;) :D. I'm sure the fact that I'm a 125 lbs. girl who dresses like the city slicker I am, rather than a 180 lbs. guy in black leather with tattoos has something to do with the lack of fear as well. :cool:

Actually my worst ever "blade challenged" experience happened to me wayy back while I was in middle school at a summer camp where they confiscated my training dao. It was as blunt as a fork handle and made of wood. When I told them as much they said, "... It's just that the concept of having a sword....!" :barf:

Anyway. I've met these types of "blade-challenged individuals" ....

1. People who've been robbed/attacked with a knife. I think that's a pretty valid fear.
2. People who have been seriously injured by blades (accidentally or through their own stupidity). I think this is also fair, though it doesn't seem to have stopped many BF members :D
3. People who have had previous encounters with Dr. Mudd's aforementioned "younger blade enthusiasts" i.e. Dark Ops mall ninjas. Sigh.
4. I don't really know how to classify the irrational bladephobes. I'd like to believe that most of them, like darthsoaker's cousin, just need a push in the right direction.
 
First off, I usually avoid the term in the title, but it was shorter than 'bladephobics', 'knife haters', 'unsharpened folk', etc.

Dealing with people over the years, I've never been able to put them all in the same boat over why they'd dislike knives and their owners. Different backgrounds, personalities, and situations can create different types of knife-related tension.

'The Nielson Family': One branch of my expanded family tree, is considerably 'cleaner cut' than the rest. Meaning, they don't drink, swear, eat anything non-organic, censor their cable channels, their teenage children still live around playdate and appointment systems, and at one point they dabbled in a new-age, watered down...well, as yuppie-ish and watered down as it was, it was a cult. A cult the other cults probably make fun of if they cross paths buying Kool-Aid at Walmart. To sum it up...If they think they are nearing perfection, they'll go with it. Their lives are dictated by the standards of this new generation of Cleaver parents as dictated by those 'Studies say...' and 'Research has found...' blurbs all over the media.
Hence...the Nielson family.

The studies and research on the parental-blocked TV...says that knives are bloodthirsty weapons that children should not be allowed to be exposed to, same with their carriers. Therefore...When their older son (smelling like 'the' bathroom back in high school...) slurs about the thing clipped in my pocket under my shirt, his parents pounce to teach said child a lesson about what they should be protected from. Does the kid know any better? No. He'll either believe them and carry on those beliefs...or rebel, start hoarding flea market autos and playing with them in public to show off to their youth group. So squeaky clean and censored, 'bad' things are exiled or secretly abused.

I'll be back with more later on, have to run out for an appointment.

I like to classify "Mall Ninjas" as well....
 
I don't really have that problem.

4. I don't really know how to classify the irrational bladephobes. I'd like to believe that most of them, like darthsoaker's cousin, just need a push in the right direction.

The medical term for your category 4 is aichmophobe, someone who suffers from aichmophobia, the fear of sharp or pointed objects.

Nice post. Well put.
 
To ammend my original message:

I quite carrying my Benchmade Auto-Stryker because of the reactions I would get from people. It would "THWACK" open and everyone would turn when I'd be trying to cut a piece of string or something small like that. They thought I was over-board (which it was), but it was the only knife I had at the time. Since the, I've been carrying my Leek and that doesn't seem to offend many people...
 
I'm not sure what you're trying to imply here. First of all, I don't whip my "big ol' folding knife" around like I'm John Wayne or something. Second,
where I live, I don't have to put myself in places where I might encounter
such situations. That's what I meant by "ignoring" them. My knives only come out at work or school or at home. If I do happen to be around someone who can't break a wire-tie, or needs to shorten a rope or radiator hose, or can't open a case of oil or etc., I let him figure it out. He's a big boy. I don't have a "hero complex". BTW, you couldn't drag my festering corpse into a Starbucks or McDonalds if you tried.

Thanks for explaining... I just kind of took the original "f--k 'em" as a sort of "I'll take my knife out and use it around whoever I want, when I want, wherever I want" statement. Which is fine in itself, but obviously not the case for you. I hear ya. ;)

I completely agree with the not wanting to be flashy with your knife and assisting someone too ignorant or stupid to carry a cutting tool themselves. The only way mine is coming out for someone else is either:

  • Said person is in dire trouble, in which serious injury or death shall occur if a knife or other cutting instrument is not presented.

  • Said person is attacking me with a weapon. Even then it's really iffy, depending on the environment and weapon being used, and my state of mind.
Otherwise, it sits in my pocket, awaiting the next envelope or sandwich to cut in half...
 
The medical term for your category 4 is aichmophobe, someone who suffers from aichmophobia, the fear of sharp or pointed objects.

Nice post. Well put.

Aichmophobia. I like that, it has a ring to it :D . Unfortunately I don't think we can really call all category 4 "sheeple" aichmophobes ... though it would be cool ... because most of them don't really have a fear of sharp pointy objects, right? Not afraid of scissors, not afraid of kitchen knives, not afraid of forks or pins or needles, but somehow pocket knives and belt knives---!!! :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:

I like to classify "Mall Ninjas" as well....

I think that would be a fun thread. :D
 
Basing this next type off people I met years back...Not having so many years to my name, years back for me is just high school.

I spent all four years of HS in our Air Force JROTC program. Learned a lot, I'd recommend it to all types of kids to learn how to appreciate the military lifestyle, history, our country, and most importantly, Aviator sunglasses. Ironically, this gym-alternative attracted a good deal of types that real military recruiters would just gape at. But for every thirty or so black-clothed rockers and special education transfers, there'd be an obsessive teenage dictator who got off on having power over a room full of sleeping gym-skippers who are all probably running web companies or making video games nowadays. Then, there was the handful of military-minded types, military supporters like myself and future soldiers. Surrounded by a lot of gym-skippers in uniforms who had as much business in them as I do in a cocktail dress, we collected a lot of flak for everything from our fashion tastes to our neutral patriotism.

'If I don't need it, nobody does'. Summer after freshman year, was on a bus trip with a bunch of cadets headed down south to see a few bases. Barely a couple hours after we left home, the random kid who'd sat down next to me had somehow decided to stare at the multi-tool (Not in school, rules weren't in effect) and flashlight I had to push aside to find something in my pocket. He was a pretty geeky type, high pitched voice, clear face...He openly bragged how the only thing he had on him was a credit card, a phone, and a single key without a key ring. He was grinning and shaking his head at all the extra junk I carried because I was so paranoid.

Later on during that trip, my group ended up in the below-ground tunnels of a Colonial French fort, if not for my light we'd be bumbling around at a sharp incline in total darkness. And for that entire week, people were knocking at my room just to open some souvenir or fix something in their room. It wasn't even a knife, it was a multi-tool with a knife blade on the outside to act as a bulky but usable folder. Lesson learned from that trip? He still carries that key and credit card, but bugged me for four years whenever he broke something and still made fun of me for being so pocket-heavy.

No real phobia or aversion there...Just...kind of a natural moocher.
 
Basing this next type off people I met years back...Not having so many years to my name, years back for me is just high school.

I spent all four years of HS in our Air Force JROTC program. Learned a lot, I'd recommend it to all types of kids to learn how to appreciate the military lifestyle, history, our country, and most importantly, Aviator sunglasses. Ironically, this gym-alternative attracted a good deal of types that real military recruiters would just gape at. But for every thirty or so black-clothed rockers and special education transfers, there'd be an obsessive teenage dictator who got off on having power over a room full of sleeping gym-skippers who are all probably running web companies or making video games nowadays. Then, there was the handful of military-minded types, military supporters like myself and future soldiers. Surrounded by a lot of gym-skippers in uniforms who had as much business in them as I do in a cocktail dress, we collected a lot of flak for everything from our fashion tastes to our neutral patriotism.

'If I don't need it, nobody does'. Summer after freshman year, was on a bus trip with a bunch of cadets headed down south to see a few bases. Barely a couple hours after we left home, the random kid who'd sat down next to me had somehow decided to stare at the multi-tool (Not in school, rules weren't in effect) and flashlight I had to push aside to find something in my pocket. He was a pretty geeky type, high pitched voice, clear face...He openly bragged how the only thing he had on him was a credit card, a phone, and a single key without a key ring. He was grinning and shaking his head at all the extra junk I carried because I was so paranoid.

Later on during that trip, my group ended up in the below-ground tunnels of a Colonial French fort, if not for my light we'd be bumbling around at a sharp incline in total darkness. And for that entire week, people were knocking at my room just to open some souvenir or fix something in their room. It wasn't even a knife, it was a multi-tool with a knife blade on the outside to act as a bulky but usable folder. Lesson learned from that trip? He still carries that key and credit card, but bugged me for four years whenever he broke something and still made fun of me for being so pocket-heavy.

No real phobia or aversion there...Just...kind of a natural moocher.
That's exactly the type of people I was refering to. That is the guy who curls up into the fetal position and cries while he waits for a tow truck when his car quits on the freeway or pays another person to change his oil or something.
 
I think Jeff Cooper's "hoplophobia" still applies. That sticks in my head easier than aichmophobia.

It's just that if you carry a gun, you must be authorized, but a knife? No, it's not proper in their kind of civilization. Only teeth and claws will do.
 
Another favorite type...'The Scout Leader'. They have the demeanor, ego, and assured authority of a Scout Master or other mentor. The irony is that these are usually the last people you want to stop and listen to, and very rarely are they even real Scouts considering the preparedness motto.

They know better than you, and take your habit as an opportunity to to assert dominance in public or around a significant other typically. While other types can be paranoid or misunderstood, these guys (Note the male wording) are in it for personal gain as emotionally empty as it is. They're nudging some one with something to mock or chide to dig closer into a group of simply get their tail feathers preened.

Let's say Bob Smith opens a package with a knife, Scout Master sees and jokes about Bob being paranoid, uncivilized, unintelligent , or simply 'uncool'. Others join in, or more often...Ignore the guy and keep on doing whatever they were doing. If Bob tries to argue or correct the Master, Master grins, shakes his head and rolls his eyes to the next topic at how some people just never learn.

Scary part? I've run into some of these guys who are also knife-users. They divert knife bashing to bashing of some other distinction of the person or their blade. Traditional folder lovers have gotten on my for my all-steel Leatherman, for instance. Their definition of 'A REAL knife' becomes their political platform for control of a conversation of social group.

Stretches to far more than knives, had everything from flashlights to tools to even shoes and clothing. When the subject drifts over to fashion and appearance...the Scout Master becomes 'Bobby Trendy', the...eh...alternative lifestyled fashion consultant for the late Anna Nicole Smith.
 
Scary part? I've run into some of these guys who are also knife-users. They divert knife bashing to bashing of some other distinction of the person or their blade. Traditional folder lovers have gotten on my for my all-steel Leatherman, for instance. Their definition of 'A REAL knife' becomes their political platform for control of a conversation of social group.

that describes my uncle quite well. its a "if it isnt a custom, it isnt a good knife". i showed him a new kershaw i just got, (blur. retail is between $70 and $100. not cheap in my book and most others.) and he said it was a cheap knife. :rolleyes:
 
I think Jeff Cooper's "hoplophobia" still applies. That sticks in my head easier than aichmophobia.

It's just that if you carry a gun, you must be authorized, but a knife? No, it's not proper in their kind of civilization. Only teeth and claws will do.

What's hoplophobia?

Yeah, nevermind that a gun shoots things and a knife is only, oh, the oldest tool in human civilization. :rolleyes:
 
Posting some knives to my bro , In the time I took them out of the plastic carry bag I took them to the Post Office in and slipping them in the envelope , a lady spotted me , called her kids that were running riot back to her and whispered loudly to everyone nearby "He has a bloody great knife there , a couple of them , he just stuck them in that envelope"

I just stared at her for a few seconds then grinned ( that scares even my wife when I do that ) , she took her kids and left muttering about calling cops and maniacs on the loose

the Post master gave me some kidding about being a maniac , but that was all .

thats one kind of less than enthusastic person about knives , I guess I didnt help her any either

another time I got stopped on the Nulabor Plain , between fuel stations , literaly the midle of no-where , to be breath tested for drink driving by a cop , after the breath test and some chat with a suprisingly human cop , he went back to Copper mode when he spotted the knife pouch on my hip his hand dropped un-nervingly close to his gun and he asked "Is that a knife? , what ado you want that for ?" then he remembered where he was , and relaxed somewhat , but that bit of friendly human nature was gone from the cop after that ... FWIW , it was a full 1/2 hour we were stopped , and the cop had been the only other vehicle on the road we saw that morning , before another car went past , the cop left to chase it down and breath test the driver ...

thats another less than enthusiastic guy about knives , too long dealing with city scum I reckon ..

My bro warned me when I hit Perth "For gods sake , get that bloody knife off your belt , youll get into sh*t wearing that around here"
I am converting him slowly , he carries a knife daily now , and has them in his towtruck glovebox , door pocket , carries a few to sell to his mates even now .

He is a knife convert , one of a growing number I have made

I have noticed over the last few years since I been making and importing / selling , I get a fair number of knives that are a bit too blunt or unevenly ground or need minor work to make acceptable , I usualy go to town on them and sharpen them up to shaving sharp and give them to people .

A fair number of people I give knives to havent actualy ever had one before , or at least not since they began school anyway .These folk have even been anti knife type people , I just never knew , and Im not the kinda guy people feel comfortable about returning a gift to .

The things that came back to me from both the people I gave the knife to or their partners has regularly been that till they had their own knife and realised how useful it is , they never would have considered carrying a knife and only thought knives were weapons

I think a lot of anti knife folk are only like that cos they never had a knife to carry themselves , they dont know how handy it is to have a real little slicing tool .

I gave a little folding knife to an 80 yr old neighbor lady , she clips it to her bra strap and calls it her extra teeth ( helps her false ones ) before that I was a scary freak to her , I carried a knife , hell , she even has a cold steel canadian belt knife on her emergency bag now

Ya never too old to learn new stuff :)

there is a fair list of others , some have good reason to have issue about knives , my cousin ended his time here with a butcher knife stuck between his ribs , I am wary of pubs and crowds now , but I still like knives , others who are related are freaky about knives but are cool about pubs and crowds still

usualy what folk seem to equate to fear of knives is more fear of the unknown that fear of actual knives , I think anyway .very few folk who ask what do you want that for have ever had their own EDC

I have noticed one thing tho , when you give a knife as a gift to another person , they get a seris of expresions cross their face one imediate after another , first is "You realy trust me with this ?" followed close by "wow you must think a lot of me to give me this" with a few others thrown in as well
. I like watching a mans eyes when he gets a knife as a gift , especialy when he tries the blade , it is something that almost touches his soul for a moment ... unless I misjudge the guy and he slices his finger open doing something silly like running his finger along the edge , then its just plain eeewwwy I hate watching a guy doing that , blood goes all over the place .
 
I agree with Myal, blood does get everywhere. But I also agree on what he says about giving knives to friends, some people just don't know about knives. What to buy, what is good, how usefull knives are, I carry and give trusted friends knives as gift when I see they can handle it. Many are first time knife wearers. Especially when I see them with blades unworthy of daily carry (all knives can cut if used correctl, not going into the cheap blade debate here).

Like Myal said people get look when you give them a blade, some sheeple are sheeple cause no one has woken them up. Some are sheeple cause they don't want to be anything but sheeple. It's up to us as responsible knife owners to help those that want it and the others will do as they please getting scared, upset, or angry at you for what ever it is that makes you not a sheeple. Getting angry at them in a way makes them a winner, you are the crazy knife crazy guy. Help those that want it and let life deal with the rest.
 
I don't often have to deal with "sheeple", so it's always a shock when the situation comes up. Most of the people I work with, and play with carry knives on a daily basis. I recently went to a Christmas in July party with a bunch of my friends. For some reason, most of my blade carrying buddies were without so my BM AFCK got passed around a lot to open gifts. Nobody batted an eye.

One situation that thoroughly surprised me was in one of the secretary's offices. I had just gotten in a Spyderco Viele from shipping. I was in her office
assisting another Systems Administrator, and while we were waiting for software to install I couldn't pass up the chance to sneak another peek at my new prize. The secretary sees my new knife and says "Oh my god! What do you have that thing for?!" At which point, with a puzzled expression on my face, I ask "Don't you think it's pretty?!". While she's busy freaking out over the first knife, I point out my EDC ( BM AFCK ) and my Leatherman. She turns to the other Systems Administrator for moral support, and he grins and pulls his BM Mel Pardue out to show her. I really never thought I'd get that kind of reaction from someone at my office. EVERYBODY carries knives. Not carrying a knife is not only a hassle, but potentially dangerous....

Sam
 
I dunno, after fifteen years of owning and a couple hundred knives, I've encountered one person who couldn't even hold a BM 690. She was jsut weird all around. When I need to use a knife, I take it out and use it, then put it away, never a comment other than how sharp it is (if I've managed to keep it that way). I also get requests all the time to cut something or lend out a knife.
 
I guess over the years I quit caring what anyone says or thinks. I don't make a show out of my knives in public but if I need one I'll use the damn thing. Then I'll just give them the :O face. I guess I got used to it doing body building. I was much much larger than most people. I never used steroids but people assumed I did, much like people assume we all think we're rambo. If they wanna think I'm a juice head rambo, cool. I doubt I'll ever have problems from them. lol
 
I often question whether the majority of people who seem to have an irrational fear of inanimate objects actually experience that fear, or whether they're pretending to experience it, in order to make themselves appear "intellectual" and/or "culturally advanced" to other people that they perceive to be "intellectual and culturally advanced.":rolleyes:

(Am I spending too much time around the faculty? :confused: )
 
As a matter of fact, sir, I happen to be 19 years old, and I do know it all! ;)

But yes, I agree with you. Sheeple-like responses are brought about when certain knives are used during inappropriate times. You really have to think about where you are and who is around you before taking a knife out to do the job. That's why I always carry a sheeple-friendly SAK along with my EDC.

Ludwig,

If you truly are 19, it might help explain your perception and statement of your opinion as fact. The experience I've had is that as a 40 year old engineer, working in a fairly laid back but professional environment, I've had several people startled by me using a knife. I don't really think about whether I'm impressing someone -- a knife is a tool that I use when I need to. I've had two women sort of gasp when I quietly used my Manix to slice open the tough coffee packets we have while refilling the coffee pots in the kitchen. One lady (who is from England) backed away in fear, and the other one said "I didn't know switchblades were legal in Washington!"

As others have said, it's best to be very circumspect in our use of knives, because you don't know when someone is going to react strongly, for whatever reason. I've also had a number of people ask me about knives, because they know that I believe in having an appropriate tool with me when the need arises.

Best not to generalise -- it will come back to bite you over and over.

I do agree with you about the appropriate tool, and I guess that could mean that my Manix wasn't the right choice to use in the kitchen. I suppose a tiny Swiss Army knife would have been less startling to someone unacustomed to seeing people use something sharp. I just don't understand why people use their keys/teeth/scissors or whatever to try to rip into something -- knives really work pretty well for that! I haven't even convinced my wife of that yet, so maybe you just have to have knife genes.......
 
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