This last year something changed. Biebz. Got. Good.
Imagine this: It’s 2015, you are driving along blasting the radio, rocking out to a new tune (and probably awkward car dancing). After the song finishes the radio host announces that the last song was the latest release from Justin Bieber. I would argue that over 90 percent of you immediately started hating yourself for actually enjoying the song. So, why the Bieber shame?
I’ll admit I was never much of a belieber. Sure, in the beginning my interest was piqued. He was one of those miracle stories – plucked from total obscurity by a celebrity to go on and become a household name. A mini Ken doll with the voice of an angel and backed by Usher – what was not to like? However as his fame grew (assemble teeny boppers everywhere) and his songs … well, one was called “Eenie Meenie” #needisaymore; my care factor regarding Biebz’ music dropped significantly.
Watch Justin Beiber’s video for ‘Baby’. Post continues below.
To be fair to Biebz maybe it was the age difference. I had four years longer on this earth than he did. While he was singing about babies (so appropriate because he practically was one) I was going to house parties and getting drunk on two vodka cruisers #killingit. The guy was just not old enough to relate to me and my pre-adult issues (like how was Ryan ever going to deal with Marissa’s death #cannotdeal #oc4eva).
Over the years I’d hear announcements of Biebz dropping hit single after hit single (none of which I can actually remember) but what interested me more was how much of an #epicfail he was becoming. Initially it would be rumours of minor mishaps like the time he didn’t know what “German” was, adding “We don’t say that in America” #blessyoubiebz #fyiyouarecanadian #iknowitsconfusing. However, over time Biebz’ downfalls appeared to occur every other week, and they weren’t mere rumours anymore, they were breaking headlines.
And let’s not forget the poor Capuchin monkey …