The teen-mega-star’s private life has recently fallen foul of the media’s exposés which depict him as yet another child-phenomenon tragedy. The importance of whether Bieber’s unruly antics carry legitimacy is negligible, rather that the public are both interested in the allegations and lustful for his failure. The multi-gold and heavily decorated singer’s flamboyant career seems like it has been fated to reach this bubbling crescendo of unwanted attention as it is no secret that many people, whether through jealousy or just good taste, dislike the Canadian-born sensation.

His antics are far from serious, just the exploits of a wealthier-than-life 19-yearold, who’s arrogance is born of a 3 year saturation period accruing over 55 million Facebook likes and 42 million Twitter followers. Although we understand that this is perfectly reasonable ground to embrace star-dome and all its gildings, we still feel the need condemn each vicissitude.

Recently Bieber has been accused of assaulting an English member of the Paparazzi (I’m sure we would too if the chance was available), returning to his New York hotel laden with female admirers (need I divulge or dissect), urinating in a mop bucket (I’m sure we have all equalled this pathetic attempt, an act that a posse-member ascribed “We the f***ing wild kids yo!” to) and blaspheming Bill Clinton’s presidency (I’m sure the Lewinski scandal has something to say about that).

Having said all this, it is of course the duty of an influential figure to make a good impression on his impressionable fans. Justin is not the sweet, strangely sexy 16 year-old we once tolerated, rather a ripped and inked ‘trail-blazer’ on the highway to deterioration. Is this the makings of River Phoenix or Macaulay Culkin? Hopefully the surfacing of his new single ‘Heartbreaker’ or the angry tone of his mother can set things strait.