Cuteness deified. Adored by legions of “Beliebers,” Justin Bieber is Canada’s 21st century pop-tart star. Since his singing talents are, to put it politely, modest; and his songs are the usual generational treacle; and he’s not a “natural” dancer (cf., the late Michael Jackson), the thriller is mostly in the shirtless visuals.
Having entered his “troubled teens” phase, the Bieb has transitioned from 16-year-old sweety to naughty 19-year-old, complete with tantrums, concert tardiness, drugs, run-ins with paparazzi lizards, and has become the subject of tut-tutting, somber Globe and Mail op-eds headed, “Is Justin Bieber an Embarrassment to Canada?” Can rehab and/or religion be far ahead? Probably someone only a male parent couldn’t love.