Never Say... Anything?

As pop culture aficionados (aficionadi?), D and I would really like to have something clever to contribute to the on-going debate about Justin Bieber's 3-D biopic, Never Say Never, which opens today.  Unfortunately, we inexplicably and uncharacteristically find ourselves at a loss for words.  Apparently so did Leona Lewis.  Her lips were sealed at Justin's premiere.

Just like momma taught you, when you don't have
anything nice to say, let your bra do the talking.

Where would Willie Mays have
been without Jackie Robinson?

I have mixed feelings about the Biebs.  He's Canadian and wears a Yankees hat, so you'd think that I'd hate him.  But, he also is reported to be unusually hardworking, centered and talented.  Plus, he's kinda likable and Usher is his mentor, both of which are checks in the "not-going-to-turn-out-to-be-a-male-LiLo" column.  And, I do own and listen to his duet with Sean Kingston, Eenie Meenie.

But my biggest problem with the teen sensation is the incessant assertion that it was he who made the side-swept bang look popular.  Although Justin's hair does seem to defy laws of physics and gravity with it's constant windblown flow, he was certainly not the Neil Armstrong of the look.  The original wildcat, Zac Efron, was rocking man-bangs way back in 2006, when Biebs was still in diapers.  Know your role, Mr. Bieber.  I may talk on the telephone, but I'm not Alexander Graham Bell.

xo kate