Recently, my sister introduced me to the term bershon, which is that very special disgusted face adolescents make when they are annoyed by their family.
To the left, we have my wonderful son, Donovan. He is so bershon because he just woke up and we're making him hold his cousin Dex and pose for this picture.
Next, we have me at his age. I was absolutely bershon because my mother dared to take my picture in public. I am probably thinking something like, pictures are so bourgeois. (I was reading Marx at the time and bourgeois was my favorite epithet.)