Markysparkly Published on September 5, 07
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Found on Flickr of course...but love it

Wednesday September 5, 2007 at 11:45PM

About I'm So Bershon Bershon is a word that I’m pretty sure is not really a word at all, but my friend Erin and I, growing up in two different cities, both encountered it separately in our youth. Both of us heard it used in exactly the same manner, namely the cool girls in middle school rolling their eyes and saying, “… and Kayla said yes, and I was like, ohmyGOD, whatever, I’m SO BERSHON.” The spirit of bershon is pretty much how you feel when you’re 13 and your parents make you wear a Christmas sweatshirt and then pose for a family picture, and you could not possibly summon one more ounce of disgust, but you’re also way too cool to really even DEAL with it, so you just make this face like you smelled something bad and sort of roll your eyes and seethe in a put-out manner. Kelly Taylor from Beverly Hills, 90210 is the patron saint of bershon, as her face, like most other teenagers’, was permanently frozen in this expression. Everyone has a bershon pic; it’s probably your eighth grade school picture. SOME GUIDELINES BEFORE YOU POST: 1. There is no smiling in bershon. 2. There are no babies in bershon. 3. There are no animals in bershon. 4. There are no old people in bershon. You are bershon as a teenager. It is not a facial expression; it's an attitude. It's a state of mind. It's about being really pissed that you are trapped in whatever station in life you are currently trapped -- family outing, school trip, Christmas, adolescence -- and then some asshole has the gall to make you pose for a photograph. You silently seethe and act too cool and do not look cool at all, and plot your escape. Your escape will not come for years. At night, the wolves come.

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