The Inherent Rise and Fall of Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber


Sao Paulo, Brazil, November 2013.

Justin Drew Bieber is heading into the chorus of his 2012 hit single ‘Boyfriend’, and most of the crowd are hyped up to the eyeballs. Somebody has came to the concert looking to make a statement.

Justin warbles the last note of the line, ‘If I was your boyfriend’, before pausing, leaving room for every dullard to fill the room with screams as they realise this is it. And this is most certainly it for the wretch in the crowd. He takes a plastic bottle, held to his hip for the past half an hour and becoming itchy. He aims his weapon at pop’s little prince, and launches.

Now, this is not the first time an object has been hurled at him, oh no. In 2010 a 16 year old Bieber was hit hard with a bottle in the head region, prompting a magnificent statement that rings true to this day.

“Ow. That didn’t feel good.”

-Justin Bieber, 2010. source 

Justin Bieber’s music doesn’t mean anything. They wrote songs about fucking and loss, and sent them over to him along with a promise of fame and fortune. They took the boy away from his home, gave him the cliffnotes on how to behave and then put him on a stage. If you take normal life away from a child going through puberty they don’t stand a chance at the end of the line.


And at some point around the end of 2012 they gave him a God complex to play with.

“And we will never ever ever be apart.”

The condemnation of 2010’s hit ‘Baby’ is easily done. It’s droll, unoriginal, and to add another obvious point, cheesy. Being cheesy, at one time, such as the first half of the 1980’s, could result in artistic dignity and even critical acclaim, if you swung it right. Now, the sharks that write reviews are fierce, and blood is firmly stuffed up their gills.

The boy’s career continued downward in quality, despite forays into hip hop and pop ballads and a whole host of melancholy, whimsical portrayals of a life he’s never known. The songs are offensive on every artistic level, but music, despite what the boys over at post-Columbine say, is not inherently harmful. But coupled with the songs, Bieber’s behaviour has become the true menace to society.

A menace, but often indirectly. The boy took a beating in the PR department when a simple shared picture turned into anguish. Step 1: Someone takes a picture of pop’s little prince smoking marijuana. Step 2: Internet cyberbully powerhouse 4chan convinces the web they should take a razor to their forearms in protest of their hero’s habit. Step 3: #CuttingForBieber commands attention and eventually provokes a profound response via twitter:

“Everyday growing and learning. Trying to be better. U get knocked down, u get up.”

-Justin Bieber, January 2013.

Indeed, and why should u not get up? It’s a message that echoes throughout history, and somewhere along the line, he’s been taught that it’s important… good night, God bless.

Let’s bring it back to Brazil in November of 2013. This time, when he is hit with a plastic bottle in front of a crowd made just for him, Bieber performs differently. He drops his microphone, and immediately leaves the stage. He knows that over time, he has been listened to less and less, and judged more and more. Once he grew facial hair, the very machine that made him a teen idol left him out in the cold to be fucked in the street, ho ho.

Yes, the devil they’ve created is harmful, but not to you, plus it’s better the devil you know. Pop’s little prince is manufactured from head to toe, and all resulting infatuations and misreadings of his transparent philosophy can, and should, be blamed on the media.

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