A lot more than my DE blades! As a hobbyist knife-maker, I'm no stranger to honing... it's not the honing that turns me off straights... it's the thought of a slashed throat! And I know where that phobia comes from! One day in 1967 in Malacca, Malaysia, (ironically on the edge of Malacca Straits,) Being a neat soldier, I rather stupidly went into a barbershop for a haircut and shave. After a rather pleasant hot towel routine, the 40s something very attractive and surprisingly buxom Chinese lady "barber" produced a hideous cut-throat razor and started dragging it across my face and neck, while her three young children looked on in obvious anticipation of a bloodbath. Now at this time there were still quite a lot of Chin Peng's Communist terrorists at large who were mostly Chinese and sworn to rid Malaya of the "white Raj!" "As the kids watched on, she asked, still holding the bloody razor, "Do you like to come out back for a jiggi? What about I sit on you lap, isn't it?" That was when I got the (almost) white towel, scrubbed off the lather, gave her way too much money, and got the hell out of there!