In Defense of the Bieber
by Taran Moriates on Oct, 24 2012
I am about to be quite bold, ladies and gentlemen. Some may call it social suicide or even question my sexuality, but, I am here to defend the target of much unwarranted and irrational hate: Justin Bieber. There was a recent article posted on Caliber that was one of many pieces of criticism aimed at the Biebs and I simply felt the need to be the one to stick up for the guy and all his fans. Why? ‘Cause I was like “baby, baby, baby, oh!” That should be reason enough.
A wise, wise woman by the name of Aretha Franklin once said, and I quote: “r-e-s-p-e-c-t find out what it means to me.” And dag nabbit, people need to start taking that sassy woman’s words to heart, man. That’s cool if you don’t like Bieber for actual, legitimate reasons, but at least respect him instead of slinging harsh words towards someone that has worked harder than anyone to get to the top of the world. Look, I know what it’s like to hate a musician with the passion of a thousand suns—Nickelback, I’m looking at you—but that’s because Nickelback actually just plain sucks and hasn’t done anything important or notable except sending violent thoughts through my brain.
Bieber is actually legitimate.
Please, tell me the last time you sold out Madison Square Garden before you were even a legal adult. Please, tell me how you can sing, dance, and play the guitar and drums at a professional level. And please, tell me the last time you sold millions of records and were adored by a vast amount of the population. Oh, yeah, but he totally sucks and should be banished from society and stuff, right? Because you’re in such a justified position to look down upon him as you work at your part-time retail job while he plays at the Staples Center.
Also, more often than not, haters haven’t even give his music a real chance. I understand the jests that can be made about his squeaky, pre-pubescent voice in his early albums, but have you heard his new album Believe? It’ll make you do just that: believe—or, um, belieb—in Justin’s talent and worth. Hello, deep, matured voice; hello, new, catchy, inventive styles and genres. I was playing Believe while my family was having dinner one night this past summer and my dad inquired, “Who is this we’re listening to? It’s nice music.” After being informed that it was none other than JB, he let out a noise of surprise and concluded that he hadn’t listened to him simply because of the name but that now he would make an effort to do so. See?
To complain that this generation’s kids are corrupted and that our society is going to somehow burst into flames because of Justin Bieber’s songs is completely ridiculous. Last time I checked, anything that makes a lot of people happy that isn’t harmful or immoral is, I’d say, quite a welcomed thing. Just because pre-teen girls aren’t listening to super hip, totally edgy music, doesn’t mean that they’re all doomed for a tragic life. The fact of the matter is that the Biebs is getting more and more people to listen to music and to have a good time with their friends singing and dancing along. Happiness is cool. Real cool.
He hasn’t done anything to deserve such constant hate. Despite him being arguably the most famous person in the world right now, he’s still a down-to-earth, nice guy that sincerely cares about his fans and loves what he’s doing. For example, we all know that if he was your boyfriend he’d never let you go, don’t we? He’s an inspiration and a symbol of success.
Moral of the story: don’t irrationally exaggerate dislike towards someone that is a million times more successful than you and that is actually very talented. He has quality songs, and if you don’t like them, that’s fine, but simply press the skip button instead of crying out in an outburst: “Ugh, THIS is what’s wrong with the world. This right here. Nothing else.” Because I might go as far as saying that Justin Bieber is one of the most “right” things going on in the world today.
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I love you Taran!!!!! Yah.





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