Kinda.

Why does everyone get so worked up over "kinda"? Seriously, think about it. Take Pluto, for instance. Is it a planet? Well, "kinda." And isn't that just the perfect answer sometimes? I mean, the whole planet debate isn't black and white. There's a whole spectrum of criteria we could use to define what a planet is, and even then, how much each criterion counts is up for debate too.

It's like, depending on the day or who you ask, Pluto swings between being a planet and not. So, when you're stuck in this gray area, "kinda" just fits. It's the linguistic shrug of the shoulders, the verbal equivalent of that "eh" gesture we all know and love. It acknowledges the complexity without having to dive into a dissertation every single time.

But no, mention "kinda" and suddenly it's like you've committed some grave sin against clarity. "Kinda" has its place. It's the acknowledgment that not everything is cut and dry. It's the acceptance of a little uncertainty in life, which, let's be honest, is pretty much the standard state of things, isn't it? Maybe it's time we give "kinda" a little more love and a little less grief. It's kinda the unsung hero of nuanced conversation, after all.