I have Bieber fever. I like the Biebs. I’m a Belieber. Now go ahead and get it out of your system. When you are done laughing your ass off come back and read the rest of my blog, or not. I mean if you can’t stomach the thought of more Bieber hype than this probably isn’t the read for you. I, for one, have never had a problem with the kid. I like his songs and I’m not ashamed to admit that Baby, Baby, Baby is on my workout playlist.
My oldest daughter first caught on to Bieber last year and my youngest followed shortly behind. Who was I to discourage? For starters, I didn’t have to reach to change the radio station because his stuff is too racy and honestly, I just wanted to bring him home and feed him a home-cooked meal. Have you seen that smile? Charming. Those puppy dogs eyes. Adorable. Sorry, getting lost in the Biebs again. Moving on.
Anyway, the eight year old recently decided that JB was no longer her type. It would seem she’s jumped on the anti-belieber wagon with her friends. Although, I suspect if she met Justin she’d be a quivering mess of tween hysterics. Of course, that would be if she could get past her mother. Anyway, this recent shift of allegiance saddened me, but I still had the six year old and damn it, she was my ticket to see the movie. Oh sure, I pretended it was all for her. You know, the whole “the lengths I’ll go to for my child” act.
So was the movie any good? Well, I know I’m stepping into Kelli’s territory here, but hell yeah it was good. I spent the entire movie grinning, watching either the screen or my six year old's delighted face. Nothing better than a little girl giggling at Snoop Dog recommending Bieber get some braids to draw the girls. It’s fair to say that both our cheeks hurt from smiling when we left.
So, first, I have to give props to his mom. She has raised a great kid. Not once, did he come across as a pretentious ass in this movie. In fact, I’ve not seen him act like a jerk in any media footage. His most endearing quality in my opinion is gratitude. It is so sincere that maybe, just maybe, even the cynics might be swayed.
He’s a good Canadian kid, who has strong friendships, a loving mother and doting grandparents. There was a part in the movie, where the grandfather was talking about Justin moving from Stratford and he got all choked up and I was right there with him. Justin’s grandparents reminded me of my children’s grandparents. Total support coupled with unconditional love. He’s a lucky guy to know such love. I’m sure it’s part of why he’s so successful.
The other reason he’s so successful. Talent. That’s all there is to it. You can naysay all you want but he does have natural talent. He can play the drums, piano, guitar and sing like nobody’s business. Add to that, an instinctual will to succeed and you get one of the most successful acts of all time.
I’m not going to sit here and predict the future of the Biebs. I hope, he finds even greater success. Truly. There is a chance though that he might burn out or go down the wrong path. Sadly, we’ve seen it happen many times before. Here’s what I don’t get though. He hasn’t. So far, he’s a fairly grounded kid dealing with unfathomable fame and fortune better than most. I don’t know why people think respect has to be given to those of a certain age or stature, but for the record, Justin Bieber has mine and so does his mom. Good job.
My only hope is that my youngest remains a Belieber until we can see him in concert. Otherwise, I’m going to feel pretty silly going alone.
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