Yup, men carve
I can see and hear my dad, all dressed up at the head of the table, sharpening the big carving knife with a dozen strokes on the steel before he set to carving. He used that sharpening steel once a year and mom never touched it. Zing, zing, zing! It was one of those deep, mysterious male traditions.
I use my sharpening steel a couple times a week to touch up blades.