iconoclast n 1.One who destroys sacred images. 2.One who attacks and seeks to overthrow traditional or popular ideas and institutions. Greek: eikonoklastes: eikon: image + klastes: breaker
Yea or Nay: Things I like and things I don't:
Yea:The feel of a hefty well-bound book, the smell of leather non-commercial radio, riding my motorcycle too fast, denim, boots, mute buttons, computers,Ford pickups, bench seats, Prime Minister's Question Time('Hear hear!'),
self-sufficiency, flyfishing, SCUBA diving, progressive politics, Beethoven's concerti, alternative country music (stuff you never hear on the radio), target shooting, Bergman films, indie films, foreign films, Tarrentino films, old houses,
classic cars, classic motorcycles, film noir, snow, hot tubs in the snow, being self-employed, unions, the Daily Show with Jon Stewart
Nay:Republicans, materialism, shallowness, George Bush, consumerism, tract housing, using 'impact' as a verb, minivans, malls, monster SUV's, racism, classism, Starbucks, manufactured pop bands, talking heads screaming at each other on TV
Hey ya dick!
'What are ya looking at, dick?'
I think its vogue was probably due to the fact that we all knew exactly what a 'dick' was. Which somehow made it even more painful. Guys whose actual names were Dick had it worse than I did with the name Feig. Because if you were a Dick you really were a Dick, so you couldn't even get mad or report your tormentor to the teacher because he could get himself out of it with an innocent look and an 'I was just calling him by his name.' The more industrious Dicks in my town would always show up for their first day of school as Richards, but no self respecting twelve-year-old looking to oppress would ever fall for that. To them a Dick by any other name...
There was only one way for a Richard to avoid being a Dick and it all had to do with the genetic lottery. Dorky Richards were automatically Dicks. But if a guy was goodlooking and tough and cool and could actually kick the crap out of you if he heard you calling him Dick, then that Richard would be called 'Rick.'
I always hated guys names Rick. Because anytime you heard a group of girls talking about who they were in love with and who they'd give a million dollars just to have as their boyfriend, it was always a Rick.
'Oh my God. Rick is sooooooo cute! I can't believe it.'
Rick is a total FOX.'
Rick,Rick,Rick. It felt like every girl I ever had a crush on in school was in love with one Rick or another. And I never met a Rick who wasn't a handsome guy. It always made me wonder if hospitals had some kind of naming service to properly identify different kinds of babies.
'Well, Mr. Ramsey. It looks like your son is going to be quite a handsome lad, and one who will probably persecute and humiliate all the other male babies in this room someday. Might I suggest the name 'Rick'?'
From Kick Me: Adventures in Adolescence, by Paul Feig