An initial feeling of awe, respect, adulation but later changing to doubt, skepticism, confirmation bias, resentment, after normally after dwelling over the subject over a long time.
Banimals are animals beginning with the letter 'B' or 'Ba'. To be a true 'Banimal' the animal must also have banter value. So Bats are Banimals; they begin with the letters 'Ba' and have banter value (see the line from the film 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas': "We can't stop here, its Bat country!"
Other examples of the Banimal include Badgers, Baboons, Beavers and Barnacles. As you can see animals that begin with a 'B' but not a 'Ba' have to have a very strong banter value to be included. Bears for instance do not have enough true banter chutzpah to be included. Neither do Basking Sharks.
Word to describe a person whose physical behavior turns animalistic- uncontrollable flailing often leading to failing to attract attention, refusing to control oneself and becoming extremely loud, yelling, crying uncontrollably, usually in an attempt to distract from what the person has done or to garner attention from strangers in hopes they will be sympathetic to the person and possible rescue them. This behavior is often prompted once the person is caught committing a crime or wrongdoing, typically in public settings. Faced with unwavering realities that the person has willfully disregarded and now has no choice but to face the consequences.
I had no ideaJohn would turn into a Banimal once the teacher called him out for being disruptive.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)