My intern just told me about her run-in with “iconic rock star, Jon Bon Jovi.”
That made me laugh pretty damn hard.
I asked her “iconic of what?”
And now she’s pouting.
Folks, it’s not that I don’t love me some Bon Jovi, but please. Zeppelin is iconic. Bon Jovi is lucky.
Tiny Cat Pants 
But…that hair…
surely that counts for something?!
But he’s sooooo pretty….. a Pretty Pretty Popstar, maybe?
I believe your intern was backhandedly correct, Aunt B. Bon Jovi is an important (and unfortunately enduring) symbol of the vile banality with which our corporate-dominated media have saturated what is left of our commodified, McMainstreamed, suburban/exurban, interstate sprawl culture.
I kind of like him as an actor, though, as long as he isn’t asked to do too much.
I though he was Iconic of Jersey in the 80’s. Someone’s gotta do it. Might as well be he of the hair.
Had an employee who used to rattle about him non-stop and told me he was the singer of her generation.
She is 22. I asked her which generation. I should have just bought her a Shakira CD and walked away.
Well, she said he was nostaligic for one of those “old” singers.
Jeez.
Iconic – adj.
1. Of, relating to, or having the character of an icon.
2. Having a conventional formulaic style. Used of certain memorial statues and busts.
Looks about right to me. ;)
When will these young’uns learn that it’s Barry Gibb who is a *true* icon?
lololol
They let you have interns? God help us all.
amen.
Wow. Bon Jovi as an icon. Well, I could almost see it, say, in NJ. But for across the nation for a whole generation? Hmm, I’m not so sure.
Is it bad that I had only the vaguest idea who you were talking about? Breviloquence tried to explain it to me, but I live under a rock.
(Yeah yeah, I could google it, but if he’s that uncool, why would I want to do that?)
Magniloquence, you are better off.
Really.
THE icon of Jersey is the BOSS (along with Tony Soprano)
That’s North Jersey. Bon Jovi might be the icon of South Jersey, for all I know.
One of my college roommates imagined that the hair was just a wig, and when Jon Bogiovanni went home he put on duckhead chinos and an oxford shirt, sat down, lit a cigar, and counted his money all night.