Saturday, February 12, 2011
Bieber Fever Griever
While I stay current on a lot of the newest music, I don't get the Beiber thing. I'm sure he is a delightful young man, obviously talented, but the deification is beyond me. For the record, I would go see a Justin Bieber concert. (And by concert I mean a free performance, and by performance I mean if he happened to be alone in my living room playing the piano, I might slow down and listen as I walk by)
It must be the hair helmet. If this young man had the good fortune of going camping with my scout troop, I guarantee he would have come back with an involuntary Swiss Army knife haircut.
I guess I shouldn't be to worried about it, having lived through it before...
Kinda makes you wonder what happened to the teaming masses of silly girls who were crying and screaming at the mere glimpse of Donny. Oh wait! They became the teaming masses of silly women ironing their "My neck belongs to Edward" shirts and making plans to queue up with their besties to go to midnite showing of "Breaking Dawn" this fall.
I guess lusting after teenage boys starts young and never really goes out of style.