I was in an intense conversation recently around the fact I don’t have a favorite cut of steak. That I don’t was completely unbelievable to the other party. It was as if by not knowing what my favorite cut of steak is, I don’t really know what I want in general and thus the wants I do express can’t be trusted.
That sounds crazy when I write it down. And it may be a simple and thus unfair characterization of my interlocutor’s position. But close enough, I think.
My response was and is that I’ve never felt I could afford steak so I’ve never tried enough cuts to see which is best. I know what kinds of beer I like and which one I guess you could call my favorite — pilsner — but beer is different than steak. It’s affordable. Similarly, I don’t know from cigars or whisky. I’m not interested in the former however fashionable, and the latter costs too much for me to go for it much. I know I prefer certain wines. But the wines I drink are affordable.
In time this conversation led to the strange idea that one can say what one likes is your favorite without having been systematic about making the choice. An example given was that someone could say Toyota was their favorite car make without having driven anything other than Toyotas. I thought that was crazy. How can you know something is your favorite without having tried others? But no one can try all the car makes, yet having a favorite is not out of the question. I was asked my favorite make of car. I thought a second and said Jaguar. Why? Have I ever driven one? Uh, I don’t think so. Helped a guy work on the engine once. But there was the Aha. If I’ve never driven it, how can it be my favorite? Touché, I guess. But then, if her favorite steak is rib-eye, has she really tried all of the others? I didn’t think to ask.
Yes, she. My girlfriend knows what she wants and knows what she doesn’t want. She’s not interested in anything in-between. And while this might mean I am not in-between as a choice of boyfriend, my personal wants have rarely been entirely clear to me. I live in a gray world where nearly everything has some merit and nearly everything can be questioned. This is my personality but it also arises, I think, from having a scientific outlook. My father was a research scientist and influenced me with an outlook wherein all knowledge boils down to hypothesis and theory and not absolute fact. Trained as an engineer, I see things similarly. While the famous test of an engineer is whether or not they will go on the maiden flight of the airplane they designed, they will always know there is something hidden somewhere in the details that could render the design something other than what was intended, i.e. make it something that looks like an airplane but is really just an earth-bound projectile. In my world of electronics that mostly meant letting the smoke out of a circuit but the idea remained the same. There are no absolutes. It’s all a calculation of the odds.
This also arises from the fact I never cared to be sophisticated. A lot of people do. They want to know their favorite whisky or fashion designer or classical composer because it makes them look and feel smart and worldly. But in the old online discussion groups there was at least one person who always looked for chinks in my armo(u)r and one of those, he thought, was my posing as someone down-to-earth and common-sensical when he knew I was neither. It was a weird charge but it came up several times.
So maybe not being systematic and collecting all the data doesn’t prevent you having favorites after all. Maybe I could just have answered the question. Maybe the problem was the question was about steak. I’ve always liked steak but I have also generally gone for the least expensive or the most familiar. I guess that would be the New York cut. It’s tougher and less tasty than rib-eye. But I don’t really know because — and this really frosted her pumpkin — I’ve never paid much attention. Order a steak? Get one of the three least costly. Flank, New York, I don’t know.. It’s steak, for God’s sake. You can’t lose. But suppose the question was about, I don’t know, classical composers. I actually do have favorites, being all unsophisticated notwithstanding. The top three will always include Beethoven. Right now I’m listening to Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade, which I’ve always loved. But, see (and I just realized this). She knows steak because she’s a gourmet chef. She doesn’t know classical music because, as she might simply put it, she’s not white. (Subtle sense of humor there. She makes fun of white people for all sorts of things I do.)
So: do you have a favorite something? Why not?! How the hell do you know?!