As a feminist and someone who finds Annabel Crabb one of our wittier observers, I fear she’s displaying a tin ear to this execrable coinage “mansplain” (May). (Ms Crabb describes it as “now-ubiquitous”. Really? Obviously I need to get out more.)
A good blend term triggers a flash of recognition on two levels at once, like, I dunno, “hacktivism” or “motel” or “gumtree and western”. But “mansplain” doesn’t sound nearly enough like “explain” to pass muster.
Talking up this word bears all the signs of people being so enamoured with what it describes that they’re deaf to its ham-fistedness.
Wentworth Falls, NSW