I empathize.
I carry and collect knives, and have for a while now. Normally, I have at least three with me; my stainless Delica cliped to my pocket, my Cricket cliped in my bra, and my swiss army knife - and that's at least.
And I am constantly meeting ignorant people. Most of them don't think I'm a freak necessarily, but they certainly either seem to think that I'm just some dumb little girl who's playing with pointy things and must only like the cute little dainty-like knives 'cause they're pretty (and there's something to be said about a really pretty, well-made functional knife - but I do not just like knives because they're shinny), or that I couldn't possibly know anything about knives. They take those opportunities to try to show me up.
And I love to rise to the occassion.
Some of my best memories are arguing with them, proving their assumption wrong. And surprising the hell out of them. (I also get a kick out of it when I know far more about knives then they do, and they're selling them.)
So yeah, I get kind of nervous that people are going to look at me and just assume that because I'm a girl, I don't know anything or I'm out of my league or something. And that's irritating, because many of the girls I know are just as into knives as guys. Hell, more of my girl friends own and appreciate knives then most of my guys friends.
So yeah. I personally think it's really sexy and says a lot about a woman who carrys a knife and knows how to use it well.
And we're definately not freaks.
Well, okay, speaking for myself, I'm definately not a freak in_a_bad_ way. Some people just don't know how to appreciate a woman with good taste.
--Danielle