Justin Bieber is drinking, smoking, and living up the newly single life as any red-blooded 18-year-old multimillionaire pop star would. And yet, somehow, the only people who appear to be shocked by his actions are the ones that claim to know him the best.
An overreacting legion of fans, who refer to themselves as “Beliebers,” have taken their fanatical stunts to the next level by turning on one another, and even themselves, in what seems to be a race to the bottom with the soon-to-be rehab-bound teen god.
Between all of the style shoots, press tours, photo ops with fans, and armies of insatiable paparazzi chasing them down, you’d think celebs would tire of a camera constantly being in their face. However, to assume that would be to ignore the main draw of why one opts to become a star at all—complete and utter narcissism.
It seems like every once in a while a celeb will have their phone stolen, computer hacked, or questionable pictures leaked, setting up for the complete obliteration of said celebrity. What always follows is an internet frenzy as the message board trolls rifle through the dirty laundry of a newly fallen star, creating memes and parody twitter accounts from the safety of their parents’ basement.
Christina Aguilera has gotten straight up fat—not curvy, thick, or big boned, but more so a “I brush my teeth with gravy” kinda fat– and the best part about is that she cares about as much as the Kardashians care about their privacy, which is about -200 percent.
If you said landing a commercial at 11 months, scoring a soap gig by age 5, and having pretty steady work for almost the next 18 years sounds like someone who has the wits to hang in show biz for a long time, I’d ask if you ever heard of a farcical freckled ginger with a penchant for Pepsi’s main competitor and a habit of wrecking sports cars.
With summer officially over and everything associated with it slowly fading from memory, it’s only right that before we set our sights forward to the future, we take a quick look back and pay our respects to everything that was destroyed in the wake of “The Summer of Call Me Maybe.”
I always knew people loved to throw around the label “international superstar,” I just never knew people actually bought into the hyperbole, both figuratively and literally.
Celebrities serve a very specific purpose in our society: to look, on average, better than us commoners, to have some discernable talent or claim to fame to keep us entertained (even if that talent involves a sex tape or fame comes from birthing eight children at once), and to talk enough so that we can bask in the glory of how stupid they can be. And if there is one thing they excel at, it’s definitely the latter of the three.
They say everyone likes a winner and nobody likes a whiner, but, somehow, despite batting 0-for-2 on the likability scale, Kanye West is still a dominant name in pop culture.
