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Y is for Yeet

English is the most spoken language in the world and the default language for international business, tourism, and technology because it is a living language. It changes and adapts, which is also why you have weird spelling and pronunciation that seems to make no sense, and why English is difficult for non-natives to learn. Not to mention the idioms—catching a cold and cutting your teeth make non-English speakers wonder about us—well, many things have that effect, but the idioms don’t help.

A living language adopts new words. Yeet became official in 2022, according to Webster. It means to throw out, usually with prejudice. Yeet carries an underlying meaning of permanence, forcefulness, and a lack of concern for the thing being yeeted. Yeeting something implies justification for the action—That thing needed yeeting. Yeet and Purge are somewhat synonymous, though to yeet is a deliberate action while purge can be involuntary.

At the moment, I am yeeting a bunch of useless clutter. The Pitch It box is now the Yeet box, and somehow that seems more final. I will continue to yeet stuff until I’m satisfied that I’ve yeeted all I can safely yeet. Your home and grounds are an extension of yourself.  Getting rid of clutter in your house helps you get rid of clutter in your mind.

I have yeeted many virtual and real friends and even family as well (so far the yeeting has been figurative and not literal but I do write murder mysteries—some of these people are in for an ugly end– in future books, of course—not in the real world–probably.) For the most part, being free of these people has been a relief—conversations were always strained because we had nothing in common. That has become even more apparent as this disaster of an administration unfolds. But it’s also been disappointing as I discover that people I once considered “good” people, just aren’t.

And, of course, we can yeet legislators who need to be yeeted. Throw the bums out! Yeet Trump! is a kid-friendly alternative to some of the protest signs I’ve seen.

 I can hardly wait to yeet my do-nothing representatives in the midterms or sooner.


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I’m S.K. Dubois—writer, editor, and unapologetic lover of all things wonderfully weird and magically delicious. I call the Missouri Ozarks my home, where the misty woods and mysterious hills inspire my tales of urban fantasy, paranormal mysteries, and otherworldly mayhem. When I’m not conjuring up stories, I’m helping fellow authors polish their manuscripts, especially if they involve magic, murder, or things that go bump in the night.

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