So, the inevitable has happened. Justin Bieber got busted for a DUI in Miami on Thursday morning. Anyone who remotely pays attention to pop culture (or watched CNN
apparently), knows this has been coming for a while. Its the same old story. Kid gets stupidly famous at a young age. Kid is managed very tightly until he (or she) turns 18. Once said birthday is surpassed, kid starts partying and doing stupid stuff. In the Biebs' case, he ticked off most of the world with his stupid pranks and graffiti, egged his neighbor's house and got his buddy busted for cocaine possession when the police raided his house for evidence of said egging. That his buddy got himself arrested a second time while in jail just proves how bad he is at picking friends. And it has all culminated in this DUI arrest. You knew it was going to happen, it was just a matter of when. What surprised me the most was my reaction to it all.
You see, I'm a little torn. I'm not a Justin Bieber fan, but working in radio means that I do play his songs sometimes and have been known to wake up at 3 AM with one stuck in my head. That alone makes me want to hate the little punk. No one invades my head space unless they've managed to finish puberty! (The only exception is Lorde and that is because she is hilarious and talented, something the Bieb's really isn't.) He's got catchy music and there is a whole demographic out there that thinks peeing in a mop bucket in the kitchen of a four star restaurant is hilarious, but I am most definitely not in that demo. So I'm not a fan of his music and I find his punk a** behavior annoying and juvenile, you would think I would be thrilled that he finally got busted right?
But I'm not. I know! I'm as confused as anyone! True, when I first heard the news, I gave a little cackle and may have done a little happy dance in my head, but then I realized that this bust will most likely not change anything. The kid has millions of dollars, which he made by working his pre-pubescent butt off. (I will give credit where credit is due, he works hard, even if his music sucks) He had no time to be a kid, so now he's acting like one, but can afford all the fun toys and drugs and lawyers to get him out of the messes. Why would one arrest change anything? And that makes me sad because he could have really hurt someone with all the drunk driving and drag racing and whatever else he decides to do because he can.
I'm also a little sad for his fans. Those (mostly) girls are freaking crazy! They threaten people with death on Twitter! They get malls shut down! And they do it for the love a kid who eggs his neighbors house and drag races drunk down a busy street! And they are still getting all crazy and defending
him. I feel bad that they have to defend a ... I'm kind of drawing a blank on family friendly ways to describe the Biebs... jerk face?
So now I'm in a bit of a shame spiral because I actually care enough to worry about the Biebs (or at least the people who may be hurt by his stupidity) and feel bad for his fans. I feel icky and dirty and in need of a shower (and not just because the child got oatmeal in my hair this morning). I have actually written a blog post about Justin Bieber and now I'm going to have to go home and listen to death metal to make myself feel clean again. Anyone have a saltine, I'm suddenly nauseous! Ugh!