Funning games
Minced Metaphors
We’ve almost made it to the end of the week, so it’s time to lighten the mood with muddled metaphors, idioms, and other valiant-but-failed attempts at figurative language. Having said that, the results are inadvertent yet successful attempts at levity, jocularity, and generally increased levels of dopamine.
I destroy and recombine perfectly serviceable metaphors, idioms, and other innocents on a regular basis. Because I collect others’ with glee, I know I’m not alone.
I’ve heard them called malaphors and malaprops, but I strongly disagree with using malaprop as any part of a description; first, because the term is ill-applied in an ironic twist (malaprops are intentional attempts to sound grand); and second, because mal itself, meaning “bad” is simply untrue—fun with words is never bad!
I’d go for something like risiphor or ridiphor, using the Latin risus, past participle of ridere “to laugh,” meaning “laughable, capable of exciting laughter, comical” + pherein “to carry, bear” (from PIE root *bher- (1) “to carry,” also “to bear children”). The result? “bearing laughter offspring.” Perfect!
As a bonus, who could resist saying, “That is patently risiphorous!” or “Another great ridiphor, Christine!”
Although it bothers some who actually get these expressions right, the endless combinations that the rest of us come up with deserve a wide-girthed mirth berth.
And, even though these might technically appear to be…well…mistakes, I think they show a lack of rigidity at worst, and a creative brilliance at best. In fact, an utterance combining more than two original elements is golden in my book. As my daughter used to say when she was but a wee sass, “Mom, that tickles my timbers!”
Happily, it’s genetic.
Angle amusing aim at Thursday’s thinkable theme!
Get a glimpse of these glorious games, whirled with mirthful mouthfuls of misaligned metaphors!
Life is a roller coaster full of bumps in the road.
Stop dancing around the bush!
I didn’t mean to burst your parade.
Life is a cabaret, so spend it wisely.
Let's steer this carnival in the right direction.
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It was a close one this week. I initially thought "Let's steer this carnival in the right direction" with elephants bolting and chaos ensuing, but I have to go with "Stop dancing around the bush!" because it brought to mind children holding hands and dancing around the mulberry bush.
Your posts speak to my dyslexia, Kate! LOL 😆