I hate his unjustifiable monopoly of the teen-pop music scene. I like to play a little game every time I go to the grocery store. I go to the magazine rack and I try to count how many unrelated magazines feature a picture of The Bieb on the front cover. Eleven. My record is Eleven. That, my friends, is a LOT.
On top of that I was in Wal-Mart the other week and I thought I'd check out their literature selection (yes, they sell books). Well, grim times indeed. Every single item on the rack were teen-targeting vampire romance novels EXCEPT three books: 'The Official Justen Bieber Biography', 'The Justin Bieber Autobiography', and 'The Unofficial Justin Bieber Biography'.
So I guess I don't hate him, but dammit do I resent the hell out of the little bastard. How lucky do you have to be to become a multi-millionaire by the time you're 16, and to constantly have teenage nymphos shoving their panties down your throat while they rub themselves all over your insanely luscious hair?