Chavs

Tough und ungebildet. Sie sind arbeitslos und leben von Unterstuetzung. Sie haben keine jobs. Sie sind die moderne Arbeiterklasse. Billiger Goldschmuck, chav facelift for the girls, die Haare so weit zurueckgezogen, dass das Gesicht erstarrt. Chavs sind stolz. Und sie hassen Mittelschicht Spiesser. Chav: Council House and violent. Aufgemotzte und getunte Autos. Chavs haben keine Moral. Chavs sind glamorous und cool. Und sie wollen reich sein. Chavs tragen Burberry caps und sportswear. Chavs sind gefaehrlich. Chavs gibt es seit Jahrzehnten. Chavs sind trash, und sie sind stolz darauf. Chavs kommen aus Chatham, aber in Wirklichkeit sind sie ueberall. Chavs ist South London slang fuer kid oder child. Chavs sind tough. Jordan und EastEnders's Kat sind chavs. Chavs sind ueberall. Chavs sind nasty. White trainers, white-boy-bling chains, cheapest gold. Sie leben in den suburbs und housing estates und in kleinen Orten. Und sie nennen ihre kids Lexus oder Beyonce.

Die tabloids lieben die Chavs. Ihr werdet von uns hoeren.

Comments

[chavy]

A writer in the Independent thought it derived from the name of the town of Chatham in Kent, where the term is best known and probably originated. But it seems that the word is from a much older underclass, the gypsies, many of whom have lived in that area for generations.
http://www.worldwidewords.org/topicalwords/tw-cha2.htm

[rene]

yeah but no but yeah:
Aber süß sind sie schon...

http://www1.btzw.de/~rgodder/blog/index.php?p=8

[Cem Basman]

"London Leben" sez: "Und sie nennen ihre kids Lexus oder Beyonce."

Erinnert mich irgendwie an Becks und Posh und ihre Kinder Brooklyn, Romeo und Lil' Cruz ... Sind das jetzt heimliche "chavs"?

[Cem Basman]

Übrigens, vorbeigesurft:

http://www.chavscum.co.uk/
http://www.worldwidewords.org/topicalwords/tw-cha2.htm

Scheint tatsächlich das in-word zu sein. Die erste site bricht schon fast zusammen ...

[minispace]

The equivalent in Scotland are called 'neds' ... same type, different name.

[The Cartoonist]

Sagmal, wo drückst du dich eigentlich überall herum in London? Hast du 'nen Routemaster nach Peckham genommen?

[buzzin _ lass]

wot da fuk is ur problem?how sad r u 2 make a site bout chavs?jus coz we iz betta than u n u no dat otherwise u wudnt spend all ur sad pathtic lives dissin us.y dont u's all jus get lives n fuk off.we dont make sites bout u goths n sk8rs coz we aint sad.go n slit ur wrists or crawl in a black hole or sumfink coz thats all yous r gud at.ah soz a 4 got uz r proppa mint at bein total fukin wankers.

[Idler]

um... youre cool...?
lets see, you dont make sites about alternatives, because the have done nothing.

sites are made about chavs, because they are violent, cheap, tastless, trouble-making losers, who wear plastic clothes, stereotype everyone who isnt them and listen to manufactured, repetitive, boring, synthasised music.
you cannot spell, because your are all mentally retarded.
you cannot wanlk properly.
you have no taste.
you cannot understand the social system, and you think you are well hard, even if you are 4ft tall.
you cannot speek english, so you must revert to Fuckwit.
"yeah bare safe, innit"
you smoke to look hard.
you wear grotesque fake jewelry
you start fights with people who have done nothing.
many chavs are criminals.
you wear plastic clothes.
you wear clothes with designs on them that look like they should be on a concept website design portfolio (ie Nike TN)
you hate blacks but you want to be a nigga
people who slit their wrists are twats and need to get a life, agreed.
but if you think everyone who disses chavs cut themselves and are "goths n sk8ers" you are the most retarded, shallow twat i have ever come across.
Go away,
you are scum.

[Shell]

the name chav: Council Housed And Violent. there.

[ihatechavs]

Fuckin' Chav Scum!!!

The man swung open the door and stepped back as two young girls wearing hooded tracksuits and baseball caps minced into his porch.
"Trick or treat, mate!" chorused the girls in an aggressive South London whine.
"What?" asked the man.
"Trick or treat," they repeated. "It's 'alloween, innit. Gissa treat or..."
The man raised his eyebrows inquiringly. "Or what?"
"We'll trick ya," said the younger girl with a practiced sneer.
He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her bare belly and the lurid, red thong poking out of the top of her baggy, tracksuit bottoms.
"You being?"
"Me mate Stacey 'n' me," said the older girl, stepping out of the shadows.
He glanced theatrically up and down the darkened street.
"No army of witches and warlocks to back you up then?"
"Dontcha take da piss outta Jordan," said Stacey, "Or we'll trick ya."