Michael Barry is a writer who lives in Boston, MA. He received his B.A. in Financial Economics from St. Anselm College and his MFA in Creative Writing from the Stonecoast Program at the University of Southern Maine. Check him out at MichaelBarryWriter.com.
by Michael Barry
A lot of things have been said about Justin Bieber since he jumped onto the music scene and into tabloids. Not that truth and myth are all that different anymore. I have been a fan of the music though not so much the person. I find it hard to blame him though, for how things have gone down. It wasn’t hard to predict.
So when I saw Bieber break down on stage last night it wasn’t exactly a new thing. Anybody remember Selena crying on stage, or in that music video? This isn’t really new ground for anyone involved. Plus the obvious VMA publicity machine. The perfect place for temper-tantrums and quasi-cries for help. MTV: The celebrity good Samaritans.
And as I watched Justin cry and heard that Selena had already left, I couldn’t help thinking that it is probably so much more than them, that this could be a cry for help from someone who has nobody to cry to. Justin Bieber might actually be hurting. It’s hard to recognize that these people have feelings, but anyone who watched the “Comedy Central Roast of Justin Bieber” could tell how uncomfortable he was being piled upon like that. There’s a pretty simple explanation: he cares.
I’m not an insider and have no stake in this game, but I’d hazard that somebody thought it would be a good thing for Bieber to break down on stage just like someone probably thought it would be a choice move for him to go on Comedy Central and show the world that he can take a joke and acknowledge some of the idiot things he’s done. Then the Roast happened, the panel went dark side, and Bieber did his best to seem like it was all a game, a big party. But it so obviously wasn’t.
Flash forward to the VMAs last night and try to see this kid as what he actually is: a kid. A kid with everything money can buy. There’s just one rub: G4s don’t come with role models. And unless Ludacris, Usher, and Scooter Braun are ready to sign up for Big Brothers Big Sisters, I’d pass on their council. Not that I could hang with that trifecta of thirty-something millionaires anyway. I don’t have a cool enough nickname.
And yet, I still feel bad for Justin Bieber. Braun was arrested for reckless endangerment and criminal nuisance a few years ago in relation to a Bieber appearance. Everything was eventually settled out of court like almost everything in that world is. And all of that settling perpetuates the inevitable to the point where I just wish Justin could sit on that Boston Common bench where Robin Williams gave Matt Damon his famous monologue. Maybe then Biebs could forget about the Beliebers and Selena and the millions and listen to a gruff old guy tell him that he’s “a cocky, scared shitless kid”. If it happens soon enough we won’t have to watch him beg for attention like a former Disney sweetheart turned derailed sideshow host.
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