“Whateverrrr” was the defining catchphrase of mid-’90s adolescence, and now reliably invokes a roll-call of the era’s better-known bored youths: Bart Simpson, Cher Horowitz from Clueless, Angela Chase from My So-Called Life, and, er, Beavis and Butt-head. Whatevs is the illogical progression of that blasé, dismissive sentiment, sometimes shortened even further by zeitgeist-chasers to whevs.
You say it to your parents, to your teachers, to your friends, to the bartender who refuses to serve you without ID. You don’t care, not really. You don’t need their money, their rules, their companionship, their alcohol. Welcome to a town named Couldn’t Give A Fuck. Population: you.
“He was all, ‘I don’t even like you enough to put up with this shit.’ And I was all, ‘Whatevs.’”