Fauxmance

What exactly is a fauxmance?  Is it a new animal?  A different kind of fur coat?  Is it like faux pearls - not really pearls, but kind of?  An immitation of whatever a mance is?  To me a mance is the place where a minister and his family live, so does this make it a fake house?  No.  Not really.  It's just jouralist's newest craze, mushing words together because they can't be bothered to write things out in full.  Apparently, a fauxmance is a fake romance.  Huh?  Say what?  I can hear it now, "You're dumping me because this was really a fauxmance?!"  There should be some kind of rules around about fake romances.  You know, like faux pearls, you know it's not real but it sure looks like it.  Which brings me back to mushing words together.  The classic is of course mushing names of two people together.  We've all heard about Bennifer and Brangelina so let's see what else we can come up with.  What if we mushed together President Obama's name with his wife's.  You'd have Barachelle.  Hmmm.  Not bad.  Maybe if we "merged" more things we'd have a whole new language.  For example, when a student hands in an essay that isn't their's you could call it a fauxssay.  Then of course we'd have to create classes in school to help students and others understand what people are saying.  Not to mention that texting would be just that much faster and simpler, especially for old folks like me who spend time spelling out words on our SMS's because we can't bring ourselves to "textspeak".  This of course leads to the concept of textspeak, which might be fine on a cell phone, but not so great when a person is actually talking to someone, or actually has to write a report for something.  I somehow can't imagine CEO's of major corporations impressing their investors with a year end report that is made up entirely of textspeak or mushwords.  Then again, maybe they already do that and I'm just really behind the times. Didn't Huxley already write about this? Speaking of time, the month is finally almost over.  Last day of February.  Hmmm.  Labruary ....  Never mind.  Until next time.