We have a dry erase board in our kitchen that we use to keep track of groceries that we need to buy.
This morning, when I made my lunch for later in the mail route, I realized that we were running low on bananas.
So I wrote bananas on the board.
I don’t know if the revelation I had is correct, or if I was still in that halfway zone between dreaming and being fully awake, but as I wrote my word, my request, on the board I realized that “bananas” is the best word we have.
It was something about the way it flowed onto the glass…liquid and beautiful.
I love the word “bananas”.
Now, apparently Scarlett Johansson was named the Sexiest Woman Alive (for the second time)by Esquire magazine. I’m not really sure that’s completely accurate…it seems kind of subjective or something. I have one who lives in my house who’s sexier…and that’s just my house. I bet that other people have an idea that’s different about who the Sexiest Woman Alive is, too.
That Esquire thing doesn’t really tell the full, true story.
But I think that I’m correct in saying that “bananas” is the best word.
It’s lyrical…it’s magical…it’s simple and conjures up visions of simple pleasures to come.
It is a perfect word to describe the thing that I will enjoy eating later.
(Although, to be fair…burrito is a good word, too…just not as magical as bananas.)
Getting back to this Esquire magazine thing.
Are we just really lazy? Surely, there must be more out there that we could flog for an accurate measure of what’s “sexy”. Two time winners shouldn’t exist…there’s no reason for that to happen. Is it like saying (when someone says, “what are we going to eat tonight?”)…”How about spaghetti?”
Spaghetti is good…but when it’s the “fallback” meal, it just shows a lack of imagination.
Now, in my world, I know who the winner of the contest is. It’s a given…an easy decision. If people asked, and I told them, who my yearly winner was, they might say that maybe they had an even different idea of who was the “sexiest”.
I know what my answer would be. I can’t help myself…it’s just the way I roll. It’s no contest.
I wonder if Scarlett, knowing what I just said, would feel like she’d participated in a sham if she knew what I know?
I guess that I really did digress with that Esquire magazine thought.
I meant to write about the beauty of the word bananas…and there I went…off on a tangent about one magazine’s estimation of attractiveness.
I guess that what I’m thinking is that it’s all subjective…every bit of it.
What if my word really isn’t the best word? What if I just had a really good experience with it this morning….and picked the wrong word for best?
If that’s the case I’ll print some kind of retraction…but for now, I’m sticking with my original conclusion.
Bananas is the best word in the English language.
And Scarlett Johansson is, at best, only the runner-up.
Get it right, Esquire magazine.