I still don’t understand the etymology of bershon (anybody?), but I shore do understand the attitude. [Definitions/illustrations: Dooce, Que Sera Sera] My dad recently put a folder on my hard drive called “Personal Photo Collection,” which basically includes every photo my dad ever took ever, including several rolls of Christmas trees (all on slide film). It is also a goldmine of bershon.
Because it’s not quite Friday yet and because you might need a laugh, I give you… the eighth grade.
Lol @ pix. I don’t *quite* understand the etymology, either, but I do think the word is perfect; one reason maybe is because it has certain echoes with the Valley Girl expressions “barf out” and “fer sure.” (I always hear “bershon” said in a Valley Girl accent.)
Btw, what are you doing this weekend? Wanna do lunch?