Anything classical, poking smot, reading lots, fancy creative cooking, and rambunctious and/or aerobic sex.
Socrates, for his superior nose; Kurt Cobain, to smack him for making me dye my hair black when he bit it; Pericles, for fathering democracy (way to go mob rule!); Sean Connery, becausehe's such a superstud; and, of course, my personal hero, the crazy, the violent, the supersexy Joan of Arcadia. Bitches kick ass!
I'm mostly a fan of local talent. Why look at the store when you can just go to the bar and experience great music and get drunk simultaneously? When I'm not getting drunk, I like to listen to chicks that rock, like Ani diFranco and whoever that chick is who sings Polyester Bride. Anybody? I suppose there are also dudes that rock, but none more fiercely than my future husband Eddie Vedder.
Anything Kevin Smith puts out is touched by genius. Gotta love Reservior Dogs, if only for the chance to see a cop get battered, have his ear forcibly removed, and then be put out of all our misery. The only drawback is they don't actually burn him alive. I like independent film, but only if it's not too angsty and pretentious. Bjork's semi-recent Dancer in the Dark is an example of why some independent films should be dragged out into the street and shot.
Television is for suckers. I haven't owned one in like five years. I do, however, have a few series of adult swim cartoons on DVD, which are mostly just sick and twisted enough to hold my attention. Thank god they're only fifteen minutes long.
Bertrand Russell's Why I Am Not A Christian changed my outlook on western philosophy. Stuart O'Nan's A Prayer For The Dying actually made me cry. Stephen King's The Gunslinger made me momentarily reconsider my opinion that he's a no-talent hack with a good agent. I came back to my senses, however. Even a blind squirrell finds an acorn every once in awhile.
We don't really live in an age of heroism. We live in an age of apathy. So I don't care about this question.