The kid can dance. The kid does some great charity work. The kid managed to rope in one of Hollywood's hot young starlets (though I haven't the slightest clue as to what she's ever starred in). I will give this kid credit for all that but nothing more.
In an attempt to catch Bieber fever Tuesday night, and to make myself feel insecure in hopes of cutting back on my outrageous carb intake, I watched the Victoria's Secret Fashion show. Neither worked. Not only did I just down a massive bowl of spagghetti for dinner, but it's now crystal clear that I am immune to Justin Bieber.
When Justin Bieber first hit the music scene, I had no clue who the hell he was. I don't think I paid much attention to social media at the time (and still don't). But from the bits and pieces I've heard about his five year career, this is the mechanism that catapulted him to fame. All I knew at the time was that he made me feel very uncomfortable. I instantly saw the striking resemblance he had with Hilary Swank in Boys Don't Cry. I think I was fifteen when I watched the movie. With my best friend. And her mom.
Most. Awkward. Sex Scene. Ever.
Okay sorry, getting a bit off-topic here. I don't mean to pick on someone who isn't my own size, but I just can't understand why he's a gazillionaire, sells bazillions of copies of his cd's, and causes ladies ages 5-45 to swoon and even cry if they are "lucky" enough to be within 100 feet of him.
His voice is terrible. I will give him credit for the fact that he wasn't lip-synching during the fashion show, and that the instrumental was very stripped down which seemed to "highlight" his voice... but maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I had to change the channel before the song ended because I was so sick of hearing him squeak "La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la" before saying the word "Love." Too hard for me to get through.
Good thing they had Bruno Mars to save 'em.
When I saw in today's "news" that Biebs's manager is pissed over being snubbed at the Grammy's, my first thought was 'How is this even considered news?' Then when I saw the company his manager thought the Biebs deserved to part of, I thought 'I'd like to get my hands on whatever this dude's smokin'!' Did he honestly think his boy was good enough to share the same list as the likes of Jay Z, Mumford and Sons, The Black Keys, and Frank Ocean? That is some serious talent right there.
Ironic that it was mentioned that Usher didn't receive any nominations. I love me some '90's Usher, but the dude is a little old to be bumping and grinding nowadays. Plus, Bieber is his protege. That's two strikes, Usher.
I hope that if and when the Biebs goes through puberty, he finds a stupendous voice coach and continues to have all the success in the world. He seems like a very nice, well-groomed little dude who has a knack for pleasing his fans.
But I'm sorry, for the time being, all I can continue to think of when I look at this "heartthrob" is being an awkward teenager watching the already strange looking Chloe Sevigny get down and dirty with an even stranger looking Hilary Swank. If someone would like to explain to me though, what he's got that makes him today's Prince of Pop, I'm all ears! Just don't make me listen to his music. Pretty please.