Call Steven Slater a hero, if you must. The JetBlue flight attendant who cussed out a rude passenger, grabbed a few beers, then slid down the plane’s emergency chute while it was still taxiing certainly found a memorable way to take his job and shove it — right down to the fact that he was boning his boyfriend at the time of his arrest. But please don’t sully the good name of outlaws like Colton Harris-Moore by calling Slater a folk hero.To earn that standalone prefix, one must ideally be on the run from the law for more than just a few hours. Harris-Moore, a.k.a. the Barefoot Bandit, earned the title by eluding police, including the F.B.I., for more than two years.You aren’t a true folk hero until a busker writes a song about your adventures.Folk heroes need time to build their myths and grow an audience. They need to be on the lam long enough for some bored college student to write and record an epic ballad about them.(Have you heard any Woody Guthrie street corner types singing about the “flight attendant who fought back”? Didn’t think so.)Call Slater a hero if you must. For anyone who’s ever had to grin and bear it while a customer gave them shit (my hand is raised, how ’bout yours?), he certainly represents everything we’ve always wanted to be, but couldn’t because we needed to pay rent.But let’s hold off on that whole “folk” designation for a while. At least until the inevitable day when Slater hijacks a JetBlue plane and slides out mid-air, D.B. Cooper-style. Then he’ll have earned it.