(noun)
Pronounced: /ˈbrɛməloʊ/
Also spelled: bremelo or bremelow
1. (derogatory, primarily
West Sound/Navy slang)
A woman (almost always a dependent spouse or girlfriend) from or deeply tied to Bremerton, Washington, who embodies the worst stereotypes of a “dependapotamus.” Usually spotted in a lifted
truck she didn’t pay for, a Tricare card, and bonus points if she has ship or military tattoos without being in the military.
2. (positive or neutral, regional cultural pride)
A person (any
gender) who is either raised in, stationed in, or chronically returns to, or is otherwise culturally claimed by Kitsap Peninsula area. Typically military-adjacent in some way. Such as working in the shipyard or in aerospace/defense contracting. Owns more guns and/or energetic materials than strictly necessary for civilian life, with extreme versions of this can be seen as training for something like a zombie apocalypse ect. Strong knowledge of Pinoy culture, could also be mixed raced or is outright Filipino. Highly influenced by Japanese culture through fashion or style for no reason such as
cool shades,
boots, jackets or vehicle. They look like they’re about to clear a room in a cyberpunk
anime even though they’re just going to the NEX or All-
Star Lanes.
Other
key identifiers...
Uses the term "across the
water" when referring to either the Seattle or Bremerton side.
For definition 1 (derogatory):
"She ain’t even Navy but has sailor tattoos on her thigh after they eloped… classic bremelo behavior."
For definition 2 (positive/neutral pride):
Dude’s a straight Bremelo: just got back from six months OTD in
Japan, worked straight 80s the whole
time, and when he touched down he bought a niiice bike even though he literally just bought one less than a year ago.
My new shop buddy said ‘Yo, you shoot?’ so I respond about checking out some local gun shops, to which he responds "Nah"— this Bremelo sends me some
random GPS coordinates for the middle of literally nowhere on some logging road. I pull up and it’s like twenty trucks in a circle, coolers on tailgates and Filipino BBQ going. Someone’s blasting rap, r&b and some
random anime music. We shot for about six hours, burned probably two grand in ammo, and nobody was keeping score. That’s when I knew I was rolling with real Bremelos.”
They invited this
random Bremelo to the range, on the surface looks like a normal weeaboo girl -- who likes san-x, has a blinged out phone, huge plush keychains and pastel colors. You assume she’s just the homies’ tag-along girlfriend or a “dependapotamus” to hang around and just watch the guys shoot... She brought her own gear and calibrates it from 100 to 500 yards like it’s
nothing, without any help from the guys! It felt like was straight out of a scene! I found out she doesn't even watch
anime even though her style says otherwise...
