4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever


Real talk time, gang: Why exactly does Justin Bieber piss you off?

I'm not a betting man, but if I were to wager, you hate Ontario's most famous ensorcelled kewpie doll because he's basically Joffrey Baratheon from Game of Thrones.

4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever


Step 1: Understand That Justin Bieber = Joffrey

Let's unpack this statement for those readers unfamiliar with the HBO television series, which is based on George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire fantasy novels (which is also the show my mother refers to as "that porno show starring Mayor Carcetti from The Wire").

On Game of Thrones, Joffrey (or "Reggie," in mom-pidgin) is the teenage ruler of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. And due to the misfortune of being both a teenager and tremendously inbred, Joffrey is a noxious turdling with diddly redeeming traits. He's an inexperienced, whiny, dense bully who believes he can stab away most of his political problems. Hell, he's so despicable that he only has two real fans: his aunt and his mom, and they're the same person.

4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever

Uncle Dad was just in it for the doggy style.

In fact, the actor who plays Joffrey -- 20-year-old Jack Gleeson -- is quitting acting once he's done with Game of Thrones. He's pursuing a career in academia, ostensibly out of a love for knowledge, but probably just to hide in a library for a few years so that thousands of total strangers finally get the urge to slap him across the face out of their systems.

4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever

"I may have been a little too good at my job."

The main reason audiences love to hate Joffrey is because he's a chromosomal car crash of a kid who's given all the considerations and respect of a grown-ass adult. His handlers know he's a mewling smegma golem, but they can't defy the king. Indeed, child rulers just don't jibe with our modern sensibilities. Teenage pharaohs like Tutankhamun may not be the norm anymore, but we do like our elected officials to look and behave mildly mummified.

4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever

Special shout-out to 79-year-old senator Chuck Grassley and his Twitter account.

So yes, we tend to regard kids who wield the socio-political clout of adults as abominations or oddities -- sort of like Luther and Johnny Htoo, those 10-year-old chain-smoking guerillas who fought the Burmese army back in the 1990s and claimed to possess mystical powers. And sort of like Justin Bieber, a zillionaire teenager who can score an audience with the prime minister of Canada while dressed as a drunk house painter ...

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"I brushed my teeth with garlic to reinforce how few shits I give."

... and who cut a track with Ludacris when he was 15 years old. In the real world, a rapper who made his career mapping a constellation of loose women using North America's telecom grid has no damn reason to hang out with a ninth grader with a Prince Valiant haircut, unless that kid's mutant power is to create a force field of THC and cognac.

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"Yo, the high gets stronger when he's scared. Put out cigarettes on him."

I'm guessing that it isn't the Bieb's music that gets you frothing at the mouth. It's pretty easy to avoid, unless you work at a job where Top 40 radio blasts all day, like a strip mall funeral home.

Also, ubiquitous, hyper-produced teen pop has been around for decades and will stick around for centuries, once the North Koreans finally breed an unkillable, fungus-based life form boasting the larynx of Off the Wall-era Michael Jackson and the venom gland of Donny Osmond. You may find Bieber's music vacuous, but it's no less intellectual than half the crap that came out of the late 1990s boy band boom.

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These nice boys sang a song about nocturnal emissions and were immediately sent to prison.

I'd say that part of the reason Bieber gets so much vitriol is because, right from the start, he's been implicitly marketed not as a teenager, but as a tiny adult. Like, some vague humanoid creature at the intersection of a Gelfling, a Borrower, and a Hobbit.

4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever

WUHHHH??? (reprise)

Step 2: Understand That a Hobbit = Justin Bieber

Look at it this way: Michael Jackson was the baby of the Jackson 5, and their breakout song was about the alphabet. Those other dudes in *NSYNC were more or less Justin Timberlake's court-appointed guardians. But Justin Bieber? The music video for his debut single opens with Usher calling him up for a favor. In what possible universe out there would Usher -- with his millions of dollars and mind-control abs -- need to rely on some unknown kid who goes to Luke Skywalker's barber? It's fucking deranged.

This scenario makes no sense, because we -- i.e., anybody with the ability to grow armpit hair -- aren't the target demographic here. No, the fantasy presented in Bieber's early videos is that your teenage years are a copacetic time where adults are your peers and acne's gone extinct. The worst problem is puppy love, but at least you can call Ludacris for relationship advice.

4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever

"Have you tried licking her from her head to her toes? That's how I got invited to my Sadie Hawkins dance."

To illustrate this same phenomenon a different way, think about why the Internet had a field day with Rebecca Black's "Friday." Sure, the lyrics were incomprehensible, and there was the Schadenfreudy thrill of watching some doomed soul achieve pop stardom seemingly through a cursed monkey's paw. But what was the strangest visual of the music video? It was 13-year-old Black and her friends joy riding in a convertible, unoppressed by the highway patrol and a working knowledge of automotives.

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"Our licenses are only valid during full moons, because of werewolves."

The same principle applies to "It's Thanksgiving," 12-year-old Nicole Westbrook's paean to mashed potatoes that was written and produced by Patrice Wilson, the evil Svengali behind "Friday." In the video for "It's Thanksgiving," Westbrook and her adolescent friends live in a universe completely devoid of adults, save Wilson, mummering as a turkey.

"Friday" and "It's Thanksgiving" owe a stylistic debt to Bieber in that both songs cast Wilson in the "grown-up arbiter who confers adult credibility to his discovered-on-YouTube protege" role previously occupied by Usher and Ludacris. But Usher and Ludacris are famous recording artists -- 99.99 percent of the planet has no clue who Patrice Wilson is. To the uninformed observer, it's not unreasonable to assume he's a poultry-worshiping cultist who's trapped Nicole Westbrook and friends on his compound.

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After the meal, they were all sacrificed to Quetzalcoatl.

Patrice Wilson at least typifies the paradox of teen pop, which is that teen pop songs have never been accurate accounts of being a teenager. If teen stars wrote their own songs -- instead of, oh, one Swedish man -- they'd all have titles like "What Do All These Boners Mean?" and "I Am Still Insecure (feat. Ja Rule)."

But again, Bieber's and Black's songs were never marketed to us liver-spotted oldheads. Anyone who's been a teenager for more than five minutes knows it sucks all sorts of exquisite ass. And the totems of adulthood aren't roadsters and famous rappers on speed dial -- they're slowly failing organs and stained linens because you spilled your Raisin Nut Bran nodding off during Downton Abbey.

So yeah, Bieber's image is that of a frighteningly competent starchild who effortlessly sashays through life's most existentially awkward moments, save those last seconds on your deathbed when you accidentally address your spouse by the dog's name. (And if the best years of your life somehow were middle school, well, you're probably missing all of your original teeth right now.)

So Justin Bieber is the spokesman of a sham reality 99.99 percent of us weren't privy to. Is this reason to destroy him? Perhaps. But history's not on his side anyway.

Step 3: Understand That, Because of the Vicissitudes of Pop Stardom, Justin Bieber Will Implode Horrendously

As Cracked's very own Svengali Jack O'Brien recently pointed out, Justin Bieber has been bigger than Jesus for a few years now. And now that he's 18, his image is being recalibrated accordingly. For example, the video for his 2012 single "As Long as You Love Me" was about Mr. Blonde from Reservoir Dogs beating the bubblegum out of the singer.

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"Luda' never warned me about this. In fact, he spends most of our calls describing women's butts."

Bieber's getting older, and so is his audience. This presents a hurdle for the singer. Remember, Michael Jackson and Justin Timberlake transitioned into adult dominance by shedding the trappings of youth (re: their band mates). But think about the careers of solo stars like Britney Spears, Lil' Bow Wow, Jessica Simpson, and Jordy Lemoine.


You all remember Jordy, right?

If these singers weren't waylaid by tabloid weirdness or muscled out of the spotlight by younger artists, they were ultimately saddled with an audience who grew too old for tween pop and became more interested in funneling Franzia into their own tushes.

At the moment, Bieber seems to be following the same trajectory as the aforementioned singers, as he's currently enjoying a par-for-the-course marijuana scandal and complaining that the Grammys hate his music. But hey, imagine you're a teenager and several hundred million people have an opinion about you one way or the other. It'd be a miracle if your psyche wasn't utterly fucked.

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Seriously, this is a cry for help if we've ever seen one.

But what if Bieber bucks this trend? What if Biebermania continues unabated? What if his next album is just the Book of Revelation autotuned and the whore of Babylon begins riding on Bieb's back? Easy. We'll have to bring back Babaluga.

Who the hell is Babaluga? Why, they're only the most awkward teen pop band in human history.

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Behold your saviors.

Step 4: Babaluga Must Become the Most Popular Band on Earth

Here's what we know about Babaluga. They were a German-Italian children's disco-pop outfit formed in 1985 consisting of a multinational gang of 13-year-olds. After releasing all of two songs ("My Paradise" and "Beach Party"), the band broke up in 1986 when its members began having trouble with school. Babaluga was primarily formed to market garish children's wear, and their haircuts were topiaries of confusion, even by 1980s standards.

4 Steps to Curing Bieber Fever Forever

"We're like the Brady kids, but more carny."

And most importantly, if we watch Babaluga's few live performances and music videos, it's painfully clear that nobody groomed Babaluga for pop stardom. Just watch the video for "My Paradise" (aka 50 percent of their discography). The choreography consists solely of swaying and panicked stares. It's unlikely anybody understands English, but each member gets a rap breakdown. These poor kids don't even know what country they're in. It's glorious.

Here's another performance from a German-language TV show. They've received 15 minutes of dance training from the janitor backstage, but he forgot to teach them to lip sync.

Finally, here's Babaluga just fucking standing there. Their fear is palpable. There are some halfhearted efforts to improvise choreography, but these amount to "walking forward" and "sitting down." In the final seconds, the camera pans out, and we realize that Babaluga has been hopelessly flailing before an audience of at least 80 people.

You know how Justin Bieber's stage persona is that of a hyper-idealized, wholly unrealistic man-teen? Babaluga is the opposite. They completely (and unintentionally) epitomize the shitty, embarrassing weirdness of being a teenager. When you were their age, every day brought new, exciting ways to feel mortified. And what could be more depressing than trying to be a pop star with no training, just to sell fuchsia cheetah-print chinos?

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That dog fired his agent seconds after the photo shoot.

Heck, "My Paradise" even sounds like a dirge, and the chorus -- "There are no losers in my paradise!" -- is well-meaning and utopian enough to get Babaluga swirlies every day until graduation.

The universe is a dichotomous place. Justin Bieber might be the Antichrist, but Babaluga is definitely the Antibieber. I have no idea what happened to Babaluga after they broke up. Maybe they grew up, maybe they sewed their scapulae together like some horrible human rat king and are preying on hikers in the Italian Alps. Either way, the Internet's silent.

What I do know is that if everybody suddenly starts listening to Babaluga's brand of clumsy, droning, half-mumbled Italo-disco, this could very well annihilate glossy teen pop as we know it. Record companies would take notice, and Justin Bieber would have to surgically remove his inner ear and smear Nutella on his face every 10 minutes to stay ahead of the curve. Of course, this stratagem could have unintended consequences for other musical genres, but that's a risk we'd have to be willing to take.

By 2015, every metal band will sound like this.

If Cyriaque Lamar were an adult film star, his handle would be Chesty Biblioteca. You can find him on Twitter.

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