Defending Bieber

I don't get all the hate on this kid, Justin Bieber. The kid is trying to make a living out of his talent and he's not even legally bound to get his act straightened out yet. He's not bumming around like most grown people. Also, he can actually sing. Sure he currently has  a girl's voice (but who knows, it could change) and his hair (which I heard just got a redo) is distracting at best but at least he can sing and he can sing good live.  I mean I love T Swift but that girl can't blow in an arena and Britney-effin-Spears lip-syncs for crying out loud. JB dances, plays instruments and he doesn't wear skinny jeans to save his life. In fact, the boy can dress.

He is underage and does not seem to look like he's even started puberty yet.  Bieber haters are literally grown men and puritanical music experts (who stomp on every pop act that ever walked the planet) who are supposed to know any better  but instead resigns to bullying a  late-blooming, off-the-beaten-path-trudging, talented kid that is Bieber.  That, my friends, do not make any sense to me at all.

Is it really the kid's fault if his fan base is composed of type A, social-media -hogging shriekers?  Is it his fault that he got popular at the height of social media?   Is it his fault that his minions are embracing him like they are worshipping no less than the good lord himself?  I don't think so.  Give these kids (Bieber and his fans) a break. Let them have their fun; we certainly had ours.

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Pissed-Off Onlooker Who Is NOT A JB Fan But Does Admit To Listening To Baby Over and Over Only Because Charice Pempengco Made Such An Awesome Cover Of It

Back To Basics

Facebook has made it easier to have people hear the stories we want to tell. You just know that people are getting a peek (that's an understatement) at your thoughts, whether they are up for it or not. It is very imposing, now that I think about it. It kind of made me miss having a little, private cyber space all to and for myself. Private in the sense that you are pretty much blinded, have no list to zero possibilities on as, to who is (or are) actually reading and taking the time to get to know you outside the convenience of social media feeds. There is the element of mystery there that is always good to have, see and experience in something every now and then. It's very 2000 and late and it makes me smile.

I find myself reveling once again in the excitement and dread that comes with naming a blog and writing a description (which I chose to leave out for now because I always end up changing it more than necessary). I'm taken back to the times when I would type in a favorite blog address and the delight I feel when I see there's a new post, new update. I hope I can somehow evoke that emotion in someone, remote the possibility may seem.

So here's to old-school blogging and to the fancy idea that I can actually keep this up.