Yesterday, people discovered something that shook them to their core: Justin Bieber is a self-involved idiot.
The reactions range from “I loved him so much and how could he turn out to be a jerk!” to “He is just a little child who, at 19, cannot be expected to have an ounce of grey matter.”
Want to know why there are so many immature people around? Because immaturity is expected and celebrated:
A 19-year-old kid who’s had little opportunity to do anything with his time but be a pop sensation for the last five years doesn’t have a chance.
Oh, poor little baby! He didn’t have enough chances and opportunities! And now he tripped and has a bobo! Let’s all feel massively sorry for the child.
I remember how shocked I was when a 6-feet-something burly student said to me something like, “I talked to the other kids and they told me. . .” I had to ask who the “kids” were because I honestly didn’t understand he was referring to his classmates.
At 19, I was a married woman, making a living in a very harsh economy of the post-Soviet bandit wars. I would have never thought of myself as “a kid.”
Did you see yourself as a kid at 19?

