A book by Mary Shelley in which a man by the surname of Frankenstein discovers a method of creating life, and in doing so creates a monster whom he then abandons. The monster's life is a living Hell from that point forward, and he eventually sets out to get revenge upon his maker. The story has symbolic references to many things, including the importance of parenting and the evils of playing God. Either way, a firmly held belief among morons is that the monster's name was Frankenstein, when in fact the monster was never named.
"Ugh, dude! You look like Frankenstein!"
"Yeah, dude, well you look like you need to read up on your freaking nineteenth century literature!"