I know that now, apparently, the use of literally to mean figuratively has come to be acceptable, but I still choose to be annoyed.
This is an Icon in the Orthodox church, meaning an image so imbued with something sacred, something bigger, that for the worshipper it focuses all thought on that greater thing.
Okay, this is iconic. I know it is, because Hollywood uses it as a useful shorthand image, whenever they want to indicate that action has moved to London. Sorry, London England. One flash of the Statue of Liberty and we know we’re in New York. Eiffel Tower = Paris. Iconic means a brief and brilliant embodiment of something bigger. An ad on TV keeps referring to the Grand Canyon as iconic. ? I could think of many words to describe the Grand Canyon. It’s famous. It’s impressive. It’s definitely big. I wouldn’t call it iconic. The Grand Canyon represents only itself.
I do think though, that since everyone seems to so fond of the word Iconic, that some of our other cities should think about acquiring some iconic symbols. I suppose Newcastle has the Angel of the North, and Bristol has a suspension bridge. Is there anything than instantly conjures up Birmingham or Manchester?
3. Whitewash. This is a sports one and so it doesn’t count, because sports language never makes any sense. There’s always something seriously surreal about commentators’ desperate use of over-flowery poetry to describe a bunch of men in knickers running around after a ball. But nothing poetic about whitewash, which is what is said if a team has just lost 235 to nil. If they called the result a washout, I’d understand. Whitewash is what you put over graffiti if you’re a town council, or over paintings of last judgements if you’re a hell-fire puritan, or on fences if you’re Tom Sawyer’s gullible friends. It implies hiding something. Covering it up so that no one will notice. It doesn’t mean losing a game decisively in front of TV cameras.
No. 4 is a tooth comb. Been around a long time because my mother’s gran used to use the term. I still growl at it though. I have a tooth brush. I can brush my teeth. I really can’t comb them, not even with one of the Afro-combs I’ve still got, hanging around from the 80s. People who go through something with a tooth comb are engaging in behaviour that is deranged. I can understand going through something with a fine-toothed comb, whether in search of evidence, insignificant details or nits, but not with a tooth comb. Stop it.
I know I’m being over-nice. Ah yes, nice…