If it’s another day, it’s another BS, contrived interview courtesy of Justin Bieber and some crap magazine like Vibe (which wasn’t a crap magazine until they decided to sell out and offer valuable interview space to an overgrown toddler with a bad haircut and attitude to match).
Justin spoke to Vibe about his favorite things—fame, what it’s like to be famous, and his fans, which can be roughly translated to “ME ME ME.” I know I shouldn’t expect so much from someone who doesn’t even know what the Sistine Chapel is, but come on. Let’s broaden our horizons just a little bit, maybe … maybe talk about something or someone other than our precious selves during these interviews, huh?
Here’s Justin on “fame” in “general”:
“In general, fame can tear you apart, so you can never really feel like you’re famous. When people start acting like they’re famous, that’s when they start losing it.”
Oh, and let me guess—Justin doesn’t act like he’s famous, right? Of course not. Moving on.
Justin on what it’s like to have so many fans around the world:
“I don’t like giving too much personal information about where I live and the cars I drive… There are a lot of people in this world that aren’t good people, and all they need to do is a little research and then they can… People hiding in garbage cans overnight to catch [pictures] of me. Crazy things happen. You can’t give out too much personal information.”
That’s right. We’re just not that lucky.
Last, Justin on his fans, and how they’re bigger and crazier than anyone else’s fans ever of all time:
“My fans are crazier than anyone else’s fans. I’ve had girls make light-up signs with actual mechanics involved. Like it takes them three months to make that sign. Three months! That’s a long time.”
Yes, Justin, no one has ever had the kind of fame you’ve achieved in your young years ever, and no fan has ever done crazy things in the name of their idol. There’s been no such band called ‘The Beatles’, or ‘Hanson’, or even people known as ‘Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson‘. You’re definitely the be-all, end-all of what it is to be idolized and emulated and stalked, and there’s nothing more that anyone can do to top this, and plus, you have all of your own hair, and that pretty much trumps everything. We get it, alright?