Icon-o-clash 3: The "Real-World" Edition

I adored Peanuts. Every year my birthday fell on Grey Cup. Every year my dad, being a TV Exec (note to self: I should name drop, too), would go to the Grey Cup. But one year (1975) he announced he was leaving but got me a special gift. I tore the wrapping off of what I thought was a book only to find a leather wallet. My face sank (what 13 year old wants, let alone can USE, a HUGE leather wallet?!) and my parents laughed (parents! Kirk wouldn't do that to me!). But inside were plane tickets, tickets to the game, something like $100, and all sorts of other stuff. Well, wasn't that a hoot. I remember freezing my ass off in the stands and these women feeling sorry for me, plying me with whiskey and sharing their blankets.

But before all that happened, while in the airport, I just about blew my wad on every Peanuts book I could get my paws on. I also bought those weird pads of blank paper that if you used these coloured highlighters they'd reveal all sorts of pictures and you could play puzzles and blah, blah, blah.

1975. That was the last time I read Peanuts. This was a "coming of age" adventure. The whole time Kirk was winking at me. Smiling while I read Peanuts and saying "Just you wait!" (and I'd like frown at him and say "What are you going on about?" and he'd say "You'll see! You'll see!").

One night my dad had to go to a late night meeting (riiight) and left me alone in the hotel (NO, I didn't order porno...I don't think you could in those days). I'd finished every Peanuts book (even the ones I bought from the hotel store) so I left the hotel and went across the street and bought a ticket to see a movie called "Old Dracula" starring David Niven.

Yup. Instead of getting a riff on "Young Frankenstein" (like the tagline promised) it turned out to be a soft-core porno. LOL. Ah to be thirteen again. Poor David Niven. He looked so old. Because I never saw the movie again (even on TV) I wondered if in horror (after seeing the movie) did he do a Sinatra and buy the rights to the movie so it would never be seen again.

But I see he didn't. Wrong move. What were you THINKING, David?
 

Can I vote for both? Pretty please?

Oh alright. I choose Charlie Brown. For no quantifiable reason except that he's cuter.
 

My vote is going to have to go to Daffy Duck. He has always been number 2 in the Warner world. He hasn't liked it and and tried on many an occasion to get the best of Bugs Bunny, but to no avail.

Mr. Brown, on the other hand, was once the pillar of Shultz enterprise but, in his wishy-washy way, got outclassed by a dog. Don't get me wrong, I love the whole Peanuts gang and believe Snoopy could go all the way, but he's the icon, not Charlie.
 

Two little kid votes for Daffy duck because he's a duck and he has an orange beak.
 

I was going for the little round-headed dude (so reminiscent of my own pumpkin-headed kid!). Barrie Ice had made me weep, then giggle, then be a little uncomfortable... Anyway, i was there. Then Ahh_crap mentions getting outclassed by a dog and I'm like, "Dude, right on. Charlie's no Joe Cool, but Daffy? daffy's cool and clever, and wonderfully selfish and materialistic."
The Duck for the block - err - win...
 

Daffy Duck - because he's a super hero.
 

I don't like peanuts, and I think Ahhh_crap summed it up nicely - Daffy's the underdog with personality.

Charlie is a wet blanket.
 

I am impressed by my better half's ability to persuade. But here is the thing - his mother, nanny, sister, father, aunt, other aunt..... used to call him Charlie Brown. And now I am not allowed to get a dog? Coincidence?

Oh well, I have to give him kudos so I will go with Daffy as well.

ACW