"Science proves an opinion, shows off its arrogant side."
While you're more than welcome to not give a s**t about Bieber, Shawn Mendes, what I assume to be a still-popular Boyz II Men, or whoever else the youths are listening to these days, if you're outside of their target market your opinion is as irrelevant as a vegetarian judging how you ordered your steak. A man in his late 20s complaining about Justin Bieber -- not seriously considering and critiquing his work, just complaining about his very existence -- is like if I walked into Hot Topic and made a scene because their Pokemon sports bra doesn't fit me. Well, it would have been nice if it had, but they weren't making it for me. I'm sure Bieber appreciates his 40-year-old fans, but they aren't paying his bills and government fines.
That bra joke was originally going to be about the Suicide Squad Joker Lace-Up Corset,
but I actually can't figure out who the f**k this was intended for.
It's easy to dismiss something that wasn't made for you as having no value, while forgetting that countless people think the same thing about all the stuff that you like. Your timeless song that helped you through that junior high breakup was some out-of-touch adult's proof that music was objectively better when they were getting dumped by the cutie from English. Your favorite video game is the crux of someone's rant about how games are a useless medium for immature adults. You know, the kind of idiotic sweeping generalizations that make us want to scream because they contribute nothing to anything, except for when we're insightfully making them.