He kept saying they were too new and bourgeois. That was his favorite goddam word. He read it somewhere or heard it somewhere, Everything I had was bourgeois as hell. Even my fountain pen was bourgeois. He borrowed it off me all the time, but it was bourgeois anyway.

J. D. Salinger

The Catcher in the Rye. Holden Caulfield in Chapter 15. He is talking about a boy he roomed with at Elkton Hills, Dick Slagle, and his suitcases.