Includes all super-enlightened anarchists, Birkenstock-wearers, Abercrombie and Fitch addicts, and assholes who add random French phrases into their everyday conversation.
Frank:Hey man watcha doing later?
Walton III:Hmmm. Je ne sais pas. Peut-etre I will drink white wine out of a crystal glass embossed with my family crest and contemplate how lucky I am to have my secondary education. I will then watch an opera. In Italian.
Frank: Sonnnnnn. You're so fuckin' BOUGIE. Later.
(as is confirmed by the dictionary definition from Merriam-Webster)
"I wandered into the sex shop, and there, this woman set me aside to explain to me how to use a bougie. And then I turned around and noticed my mom, who had been staring at me the whole time."
Boy: Dang, he's so bougie.
Boy: Wow, she's wearing Pink when it's not a Wednesday?
Girl: OMG thats too bougie. This is unexcusable.