The Quintessential
To me, this is a fun word.
Not only is it long and sounds like you know what you’re talking about,
but if you actually do know what you’re talking about, you wielding a powerful
concept. If you were to look in a dictionary
(or google) you would find that “quintessential” means “representing the
most perfect or typical example of a quality or class.”
So here is an example:
You might not notice anything funny about this picture, especially
considering how often ones like it surround you, but there is an example of the
quintessential here. Why is there a
checkbook with a fountain pen on top? Do
you own a fountain pen? Have you ever
used one? If you do own one, do you make
out checks with it? For some reason, the
fountain pen is, possibly subconsciously, our quintessential notion of what a
pen is. Ignoring that 99% percent of all
the pens you’ve ever used in your life are roller, gel, or ballpoint pens, the
fountain pen represents what all pens aspire to be.
Here is another example.
This, the brush, the cup, the shaving soap, the straight razor,
is the picture of quintessential shaving for men. But who do you know who shaves with a brush,
soap, and straight razor? Granted there
are a few, but not many.
Record players, gin martinis, straight razors, fountain
pens, barber shops, big band night clubs where the manager walks around in a Humphrey
Bogart style dinner jacket, these all subconsciously sit on the list of the quintessential
in my mind. Looking at the list, it is
clear I should have been an adult in the 1940s, but I’m sure I’m not the only
one.
The most perfect version of something is more often than not
entirely unattainable. So here’s a
challenge. Sign your checks with a fountain
pen. Start a record collection. Get a straight razor and a brush. Do something quintessential.
Life is too short to obviously resign yourself to these: