New sensations need new words. In 2020 in needed a word for the compulsion I felt constantly to check for details on all the terrible things that were happening over which I had no control. The world gave me DOOMSCROLLING.
This year I find myself taking a perverse, guilty but impossible to deny myself, pleasure in seeing the realities of BREXIT starting to dawn on those who voted for it in the expectation that increased sovereignty meant increased power and not pointless, self-imposed isolation. The world gave me SCHENGENFREUDE.