Vegansexual
(via NYTimes)
NEW words are most happily received when they arrive without fanfare. When they appear with “ta-da!” or “look what I did!” and are touted as clever or cute, they feel like impositions on our time. We resent that they exist mostly to exalt their makers.
On the other hand, when we revel in new words it’s often for the little jokes and puns implanted by their coiners. We delight in coining them, too, especially goofy throwaway blends in which two words combine syllables and meanings to make one. (How about “bromance,” a strong relationship between two heterosexual men, which combines “bro,” from brother, and romance?)
A large part of the delight derives from the re-orientation that new words make possible. They are fantastical transportation — portkeys and improbability starships — into other cultures, workplaces, minds.
Please lord, save me from a gorno Navy Shower, a nose bidet and a vegansexual, actually on second thoughts I’ll try a bit of vegansexual in the walkshed…
(this photo was tagged, ‘vegan gingerbread dalek’ in Flickr)
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