Fritinancy

March linkfest

“Most verbs stay basically the same in different grammatical roles. ‘Walk’ looks like ‘walks’ and ‘walked.’ But the word ‘be’ looks nothing like the word ‘am,’ which looks nothing like the word ‘were.’” (Arika Okrent for Curiosity.)

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When I wrote about mansplain, in September 2010, the earliest citation I found for the word was from an April 2009 Urban Dictionary entry. Now lexicographers at the OED have antedated mansplaining to a May 2008 comment about the TV show “Supernatural.”Katherine Connor Martin, Oxford University Press’s head of US dictionaries, says the OED usually waits a decade or so before adding new words, but makes exceptions when a word “is deemed important enough.” (Quartz)

Mansplain magazine via Matt Round

Words of the year 2016: Fritinancy edition

This post marks my eighth annual foray into word-of-the-year (WOTY) speculation. My first such summing-up, in 2009, included birther, Tea Party, and FAIL, among other lexical units. How things have changed. Or not.

As in the past, my choices for 2016 follow the guidelines of the American Dialect Society, which will choose its own WOTYs on January 6, 2017, at its annual meeting in Austin, Texas. (If you happen to be in the vicinity, the vote is open to the public, and it’s hella fun.) There are a few new ADS categories this year – political word of the year, digital (tech-related) word of the year, slang word of the year, WTF word of the year – and there’s always the possibility of even more categories being nominated from the floor. (For my own list, I’ve created three new categories: Obscenity of the Year, Import of the Year, and Spoonerism of the Year.) Nominated words don’t have to be brand new, but they do need to “show widespread usage by a large number of people in a variety of contexts and situations, and which reflect important events, people, places, ideas, or preoccupations of English-speakers in North America in 2016.”

The Fritinancy list, in alphabetical order:

Word of the Week: Brosé

Brosé: Rosé wine favored by twentysomething men (“bros”).

Brosé has been in the news this summer on both sides of the Atlantic.

It lends itself to rhyme:

Word of the Week: Manosphere

Manosphere: A loose network of blogs, forums and online communities on the English-speaking web that are devoted to men’s interests, often in opposition to feminism.

Although there were earlier men’s-interests blogs, Know Your Meme tracks the earliest usage of “manosphere” to the November 1, 2009, debut of The Manosphere. That blog fizzled out a month and a half later, but other sites picked up the mantle, including Viva La [sic] Manosphere and Manosphere.com, “the first 24/7 manosphere blog wire.” Manosphere has compiled a list of more than 100 manosphere blogs. 

 

Uptick in manosphere usage. Source: Google Trends.

 

The manosphere has its attendant jargon: there are men’s rights activists (MRA), pick-up artists (PUA), and Men Going Their Own Way (MGTOW, a male-separatist movement). The Red Pill (TRP, a reference to the 1999 movie The Matrix, in which the protagonist swallows a red pill to enter the real world) is often invoked, as are “alpha” and “beta” males (but not omega males).

In a 2013 e-book, The Manosphere: How the Red Pill, Game, and the Internet Are Revalorizing Masculinity for the 21st Century, Ian Ironwood, author of The Red Pill Room blog, makes his case in plain language:

The Manosphere is an angry place. Feminists love to talk dismissively about the anger there, as if male anger invalidates any reasonable point behind the anger. But that anger is understandable by any objective measure. That’s because our culture has treated men, as a class, very poorly while asking so much for them. …

For the last 40 years, men have been trying to adapt to the chaotic result of the Sexual Revolution and the dictates of feminism, and at long last they’re getting fed up.

(Emphasis sic.) 

In late June a Washington Post reporter, Monica Hesse, attended the first International Conference on Men’s Issues in St. Clair Shores, Michigan where, she writes, about 200 attendees—“mostly white, college-through-retirement-age”—found confirmation for their belief that “the world had become a hostile and dangerous place for males”: 

This conference, billed as the first of its kind, was sponsored by A Voice for Men, an online publication for the men’s rights movement and one of the more prominent outlets in the “manosphere.” Originally, it was to take place at a Doubletree in Detroit, a city picked because it was an “iconic testament to masculinity,” according to promotional materials. But then something happened to the original plans. A Voice for Men said the hotel was issued death threats by feminists for agreeing to hold the conference; the hotel never confirmed or denied these reports. The conference was moved from the Doubletree to the suburban VFW, a yellowish linoleum room that organizers argued was even more appropriate and more masculine of a location.

Manospheric issues aren’t confined to North America. Writing recently in The Guardian (UK) about “The Everyday Fear of Violence Every Woman Has to Cope With,” Eva Wiseman noted the connection—if only rhetorical—between men’s rights activists and the misogynist “manifesto” of 22-year-old Elliot Rodger, who massacred six people near Santa Barbara, California:

Advocates of the men’s rights movement are united by their belief that feminism is the enemy. It’s made up of a mix of men – pick-up artists, male victims of abuse, father's rights proponents – who come together online. One of the most successful communities in the “manosphere” is Reddit's Red Pill. It has almost 53,000 subscribers who believe that women are designed solely for sex and sandwich-making. (I’m paraphrasing, but barely – one email I got this week suggested that “the women’s movement is breaking the circle of life, and our humanity”).

Although the online manosphere is often characterized by vitriolic anti-woman language, the Post’s Monica Hesse saw something else when she attended the ICMI conference: “an island of misfit boys and damaged men, who claimed to have believed in the system until it failed them.”

Name in the Wild: Mandelay

There’s always something peculiar, and peculiarly gratifying, to see at Pharmaca, the Western U.S. alt-pharmacy chain. This is, after all, a store that stocks Fruitrients, W3LL PEOPLE [sic], Topricin*, Alaffia (ha ha!), Cowgirl Skincare, and GladRags (“eco-friendly menstruation support made simple”).

But if I had to pick a current favorite from the Pharmaca shelves, it would be Mandelay “climax control gel.” 

 

Man … delay.

I’m tickled that it’s a man-word I hadn’t yet encountered. I’m amused by the punctuation after the name (a full stop, really?). And I can’t resist a name that has me Kipling—you’ve Kippled, haven’t you?—all the way home.

As for the product itself, here’s what a reviewer said on the CVS site: “It works, but a little too well.”

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* Oh, it’s the top ricin, is it? Paging Walter White!

Man-Word Watch: Dudeoir

The last sentence of the lede in a San Francisco Chronicle “Style” feature caught my attention:

When you think of boudoir photography, the picture that probably comes to mind is women striking pinup poses in classic Frederick’s of Hollywood lingerie. But what if, instead of a woman, it’s a man seducing the camera in his skivvies? Then it’s dudeoir, of course.

Sure enough, the subject of the story, Oakland photographer Mariah Carle, devotes a section of her website to “Men Dudeoir” (sic; content reproduced verbatim):

Boudoir is for men too, Call it Dudeoir, call it nude photos, call it anything you like. You and your partner will love seeing professional high quality photos of you in your best-dressed or undressed look.

That capital D notwithstanding, “dudeoir” isn’t a trademark, and it isn’t unique to Mariah Carle. A Google search turned up more than 1,900 matches for “dudeoir,” including Dudeoir by Rouge in Hong Kong (“Portraits for real men”); Dudeoir Scotland (“Bespoke portrait and boudoir photography for blokes”); and Dudeoir Photography in Derby, England. I also found “dudeoir” used as a noun denoting “a guy’s private bedroom, dressing, and sitting room.”

Why dudeoir and not, say, boydoir? Your guess is as good as mine; maybe the rhyme with boudoir makes dudeoir irresistible. The French word boudoir—“a lady’s private sitting room or bedroom”—comes from an Old French verb, bouder, that means “to sulk,” so it’s literally “a room for sulking.” “Boudoir photography”—in which the (female) subject is scantily clothed, softly lit, and posed (sulking?) amid bedroom trappings—is as old as photography itself, but the term seems to have been created in recent decades. According to a thinly researched Wikipedia entry, a California studio, Motherlode Photography, coined “boudoir photography” in 1980. No link is provided, but there’s a Motherlode Photography in California Gold Country—which explains but doesn’t excuse the name—that was established in 1976 and still lists “boudoir photography” among its services.

The Airing of Grievances

Yes, I’m observing Festivus a few days early this year. The aluminum pole is looking handsomely unadorned (I find tinsel distracting), and I’m feeling confident about my chances in the Feats of Strength. But first, my favorite part of the Seinfeld-inspired holiday: The Airing of Grievances.

I’ll start with the most grievous of my 2012 grievances. Stick around – they get funnier and less lethal, I promise. (Past grievances: 2011, 2010, 2009.)

Declension

Maxim

 

 

Maxima

 

 

Maximus.

Maximus is a Polish vodka brand acquired last year by Brown-Forman Corporation, which also owns the Jack Daniels and Southern Comfort brands.  If you think “man throat” and “rise and conquer” are suggestive, you should see the old European TV spots, which really put the gluteus in the Maximus.

See more kitschy-cool Maximus print ads by 81-year-old Civil War painter Mort Künstler at Buzzfeed.

Short Takes

Remember MEN-trepreneurs, man irons, and manllows? It’s been a while since I’ve reported on a new man-word sighting, but now Brut steps up with its Mantervention Facebook app, in which (according to AdFreak) “some guy with George Michael stubble lectures you about spending too much time on Facebook.” I can’t say for sure, but I’m guessing the Mantervention movie scheduled for 2013 release is about something else.

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I have so far managed to resist the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon—although yes, I am aware there will be a movie—but a display at a local Barnes & Noble store (inner goddess! sex whisperer!) did exert a certain pull.

Fifty Shades of American Women Who Love the Book and Live the Life, the magazine, is a must for completists. (For more on “The X Whisperer,” read Jan Freeman’s recent blog post, “Whisperer Campaign,” which covers a lot of ground but doesn’t answer the question “Is a young, sadistic, cranky sex whisperer a sex whisperer-whipper-snapper?”)

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If you’ve ever worked on the creative side of advertising or marketing, you’ll laugh through your tears, or weep through your guffaws, at “A Candid Proposal from an Advertising Firm’s Creative Director,” by Andrew Gall at McSweeney’s. One of the imaginary deliverables:

A dozen made up words related to your product that will “draw consumers in.” These shall include, but not be limited to, words with the following suffixes: “-tastic,” “-tacular,” and “-riffic.” Also, while you probably already know this, I was the one who came up with the word “crumbelievable” in 2007 to describe the Keebler company’s new line of coffee cake cookies.

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And speaking of crumbelievable and similar madeupical words, Ben Zimmer pointed me to two articles in The Onion that have some fun with FritoLay: “Munchtrosity Created in Fritolayboratory” (“an evil of cheddarclysmic proportions”) and “Fritolaysia Cuts Off Chiplomatic Relations with Snakistan” (the fateful summit was held, of course, in München, Germany).

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A tiny pluglet: I’ve been using Pinterest to illustrate some of the naming trends I’ve written about here. Check out my boards: Names That End in –ly, Brand Names with Gratuitous Umlauts, and Shop at X&Y!

Word of the Week: Preglimony

Preglimony: Financial support paid to a pregnant woman by the father of the unborn child. Coined from pregnant and alimony.

Alimony came into English in the 1650s from Latin alimonia, meaning “nourishment.” (The same root also gave us “alimentary.”) Preglimonyappears to have been coined by Shari Motro, a law professor at the University of Richmond who has been using the word since 2010 in scholarly articles and op-ed columns like the one published in the New York Times on July 7:

Former spouses are often required to pay alimony; former cohabiting partners may have to pay palimony; why not ask men who conceive with a woman to whom they are not married to pay “preglimony”? Alternatively, we might simply encourage preglimony through the tax code, by allowing pregnancy-support payments to be deductible (which is how alimony is treated). – “Responsibility Begins at Conception”

The need may be evident, but preglimony doesn’t roll off the tongue as smoothly as the earlier X-imony coinage, palimony, does. Palimony made headlines in 1977, when divorce lawyer Marvin Mitchelson used it to describe the demand of his client, Michelle Triola Marvin, who sued the actor Lee Marvin for spousal support although the pair had never legally married. (With all those Marvins, it really could have been marvinomy.) But the OED cites a much earlier first usage, in 1927, when the word meant “alimony paid to a former spouse with whom one remains on friendly terms.” As late as 1961, the Newport (Rhode Island) Daily News observed that “[d]ivorces are getting so friendly … that alimony should be called ‘palimony’.” Both senses are “chiefly North American.”

See also gal-imony (“Celeb Women Who Pay in the Divorce”—ABC News, April 17, 2009) and man-imony (man-word alert!), “in which [non-celeb] women are court-ordered to pay alimony to their husbands.” The man-imony “rising trend” was covered by Anderson Cooper in “a daytime exclusive” earlier this year.