Salon laments.
From the piece...
I should make it clear that I have never seen an episode of the reality show. I hate Bridezillas for one simple reason: Bride does not rhyme with god. Ergo, Bridezillas is not a functioning pun.
The point is significant because bridezilla appears
to be symptomatic of a wider malaise: the death of the American pun,
replaced by something grosser, dumber, uglier. Examples abound: Take one
of the most read websites in the world, Wikipedia, a “pun” on encyclopedia that shares nothing but its suffix. Or techpreneur, the loathsome fusion of technology and entrepreneur. Likewise mansplain,
a coinage popular with Internet feminists that adroitly glosses a man
addressing a woman in a condescending fashion (e.g., “Akam mansplains
that mansplain is not a functioning pun.”) but is still not a functioning pun. Manscaping, the removal of all or part of male body hair, is better—there is at least assonance between the vowel sounds in man and land—but as a pun it remains perilously borderline.
So if recessionista and fembot are
not really puns, what are they? They’re neolexic portmanteaus, in which
root words are brutally slammed together with cavalier lack of wit.
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