Justin Bieber

A name known worldwide. It's as if almost overnight this preteen boy swept the nation and captivated the hearts of every girl from eight to eighty, not to mention a few tender-hearted boys. Millions grieved when he cut his hair and ESPECIALLY when he was pictured kissing Selena Gomez (another preteen sensation) GASP! I honestly heard that his hair from the oh-so-devastating barbershop trip sold for $40,000. I would sacrifice a few inches for that. But my hair wouldn't sell, much less for the cost of a boat, and I can sing just as high as Justin. Why is this? Lord only knows, but we are forced to embrace it. It's not like I can just casually walk up to JB and ask him why he is all of the sudden the coolest thing since sliced bread--same reason I couldn't do the same to Britney Spears in 1997. We, the American pop culture society, have become so easily entertained. Our grandparents tell us that's what they were when all they had to play with was a piece of string, but we truly almost trump them these days. People ask everyday "why do these kids get paid so much for combing their hair different and singing a new song on the radio every week?" Well, because we all probably including those curious people) turn on the radio and read those news stories. We type their name into Google and follow them on Twitter. We feed the phenomenon, but it wouldn't be called that without our input. So you are welcome Justin Bieber; good luck with the next hit single.