At his disappointing MSG concert last week, Justin Bieber bragged how he was beating all comers at ping pong before the gig. He didn't mention he was at Spin (incidentally, my boss, Larry Miller, is part owner of Spin) the Susan Sarandon hot spot.
But there the kid was, making an ass of himself yet again. Bieber showed up unannounced and requested the private VIP room (for good reason, whatever happened to New Yorkers being too cool to fawn over celebrities?) and received it with the understanding that his entourage had to hit the road at 630pm, because it was reserved for a private party by J.P. Morgan.
At 630pm, they were given the heave ho and didn't want to leave when Bieber offered: "Why does he get the room and not us?”
OK, I am not saying every 18 year old needs to know what J.P. Morgan is, but surely a guy with all the riches of a Bieber, and all the money, and with banking still in crises mode shouldn't be so damn. Bieber's idea of an education is quoting Frank Ocean songs. Really, kid? Is that how you are gonna spend your life? What a drag.
I bet Taylor Swift not only knows what J.P. Morgan is, i bet she has Douglas Braunstein cell and is in on meetings discussing his successor.