Last night, I watched the AMAs. {That’s the American Music Awards.}
I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone most of the evening, but then… then it happened.
The disturbing event that had me mouth agape on the couch praying that I was hallucinating.
Justin Bieber.
Dude, I get it. I survived New Kids on the Block in my era, but artist of the year they were not.
Teen sensations and good performers to be sure.
Artist of the year? REALLY?
What the fuck youth of America? What. The. Fuck.
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Mediocrity at its finest.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FARKING KIDDING ME. Artist of the year?! That is fucking fucked. Sorry. But seriously. That scares the beejebus outta me. Because he is not that awesome. And he's a damn pre-pubescent little git. Seriously. Shoot me.
Ok, you know how I love NKOTB... so I had to go look it up... and (at least according to Wikipedia) NKOTB won best pop/rock group in 1990, and they didn't have the artist of the year category then.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I live in a bubble, because I've never heard a Justin Beiber song.
Okay. NKOTB and Justin Bieber are not even on the same playing field. Or, maybe they are, but my adult self is trying to block out all of the stupid things my adolescent self liked and participated in?
Nah. Bieber is uber annoying.
Ok, I love me some Bieber. But I'm really surprised he won. Seriously.
You said it all.
Agreed. I didn't watch, but I visibly cringed when I read that he'd won artist of the year.
And our teen generation then redeemed the prior NKOTB lapse in judgement (hey, I liked them, but I was 11) a few years later with good stuff like Green Day, Nirvana, Gin Blossoms, Pearl Jam, etc.
So, yeah. I don't get it either, this Bieber-mania.
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