Female Version of a Chav
British Version for Prep
How they act:
bitchy, slutty, mean, judgmental, tight nit (only friends with other chavettes), picks on others they deem unworthy of being polite to merely for their own amusement, think they are all that and that they can beat you up, bubble heads, not to much going on upstairs (stupid), smokes and drinks, not creative, sheep (fallows the queen chavette), fallows trends of all kinds, no regard for how others feel, and rude.
What they look like (how to spot one):
Blonde, pink and white every where, sports wear or anything from the GAP, track suits for every day wear, wears only the best clothes or knock-offs of the best clothes, Low cut shirts and high cut shorts and skirts, huge hoop earrings (we are talking huge! So big that they touch the shoulders), lots and lots of jewelry (mostly gold looking), gold chain necklaces, cake face make up in pastel colors with lots of gloss and glam, Visors and base ball caps (usually white or pink), foot wear is either trainer white sneakers, flip-flops/sandals (in pink), or high heels (even on a casual day). Large sunglasses (covers entire upper face), face lift and plastic surgery (when in their teens) pushing a stroller, and lastly; she’s waving her middle finger at you.
Most of the above isn’t just one thing, it’s mostly a combo of one or more things, just because you see some one with huge sunglasses in a track suit doesn’t mean they are a chavette. Though if they also have blonde, hair huge hoop earrings and their CD player is blasting R & B, the chances are fairly big that you’re in the presence of chavette royalty.
What they listen to:
R & B, Rap, pop, hip hop, 50 cent, Dance music, Timothy Westwood. This music has quite misogynistic lyrics and is therefore is not usually liked by the female chavsters. Chavettes usually listen to whatever Diva happens to be in the top10 at the present time.
How they talk:
”chhhh u cheeeky bassterd, garantted u is a chain wearin, goff bashin, roll up
blitzer from new east basingstoke and u aint got sh!t to do apart from
reakon ur all dat wiv ur bad boi slip knott hoody and ur nose piercing, if
me and da girrlz saw u down south london town we would see fit to smack u up
and leave u lyin der in ur rude boi leather jacket and ur nutta 10ft chains
along wid ur hench drum rollup.”
Notice the poor spelling of a 5 year old, bad grammar lack of punctuation, it is all just one continuous sentence, and not to mention the fact you can’t understand any of it.
Translation: “Hey you cheeky bastard, guarantied that you wear chains, insult Goths, have a bad car and are from New East Basingstoke. You do not have anything to do apart from smelling bad with your bad-boy slip knot hoody and your nose piercing. If me and my friends saw you in south London we would see it fit to beat you up and leave you lying there in your rude leather jacket and your crazy 10ft chains along with your bad car.”
Even after translation some of the sentence structure still doesn’t make sense.
Chavette: chaaaa wot u doin wif dem bookks u tink ur so smartie for reedin y don u jus cum hav a drink wif me an my girlz insted.
Average Joe: Come again?