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.
My parents are making me pose for the Christmas card picture before I can go to the party. Way bershon.
I have to go to my brothers piano recital. Totally bershon.