The Bieber Noninterference

... That title sounded like a Big Bang Theory title.

AHEM.

Anyway, the reason I've titled this post in such a manner is because I have something to say about Mister Justin Bieber, and I want to say it before the Directioners kill the Beliebers and rage war on the Little Monsters.  I'd list more cheesy fan names, but I can't think of any, and I'm a Maroon 5 person myself.  (Maybe I'm a Marooner ...?)

First off, I am clinging wholeheartedly to the non-side of neutrality here.  While some of my friends would peg me as the leader of Anti-Bieber Force 4427.9 without batting an eye, I want to protect myself from the Beliebers.  They're armed with fancy Believe perfume now, you know.  Scent--heaven forbid.

The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm feeling a little tired of this unnecessary conflict in my life.  I once asked a friend (who shall remain anonymous for his/her own safety) what trait in my personality, that, if removed, would render me the most different than before.  He/she promptly said: "Well, if you were a Belieber, you wouldn't be the same at all."

...

What.

If my opinion toward a certain teen heartthrob is what defines my personality, then something's wrong.  Deeply wrong.

Yes, I think the B-man is overrated.  Yes, I think we need to send Miley Cyrus to Canada to repay them for the epidemic they brought on every 10+ girl (except me) in the country.  Yes, I'd like to set fire to the Bieber section of Claire's just to see how many screaming girls try to put it out.

But, in no way whatsoever do I consider myself an avid pursuer of the destruction of Justin Bieber.  I don't sleep with a hatchet for fear he'll come too close to my territory.  I don't paste pictures of his face onto a dartboard and bide my time scheming his downfall.

So, for any of you who are wondering, I don't hate Justin Bieber.  I hate the worship of him.  He's not a god, and he's most certainly not your future husband.  He's a teen heartthrob, and he's going to marry a famous girl whom he'll divorce and remarry four times before his death.  For those of you who fantasize about your wedding, please keep your sick fantasies to yourself and realize soon that it's not going to happen.

As for One Direction, that is a topic for another day.