I can understand why sorry is the last thing I should feel for Justin Bieber, but for some weird reason I do. I think it was the Rolling Stone interview, with this bizarre product of 21st century fame tooling around in his SUV with his voice lessons, and his swag, and his Disney grl. All rather silly and sad half-life type stuff.
Plus, he sure hits me like one step away from from playing the sidekick in a Will Smith movie.
I don't know what he will do without his "fame swag".
And I have no idea what his management were at having him sniff some poor girl as he hawks a fragrance called "Someday".
"Someday"? Is that the best they could come up with? The tag line? "Never Let her Go". Creeepy… I'l let you be in my bizarre fantasy about, her, flying in the same sick orange shade as a tanning salon overipe overburn 10 minute ultra ray nightmare.
Plus, what the hell does the guy know about perfume? When did he come Diddy? I don't get the entire buy a perfume because a famous person's name is on it. I mean, if anything is self-evident, Bieber having NOTHING TO DO WITH SELECTING HIS FRAGRANCE is self evident… More bad vibes, more bad news.
Bieber's entire life feels like worlds of bad news. He is aging cute but he looks like a teen star who has just come back to his sitcome for a new season, it is like he is fighting post-puberty but it is catching up with him fast. How soon before he is playing Gramercy Theater?