Justin Bieber is one of those people who’s more or less flown beneath my radar up until now, largely because I am not and never have been a 12-year-old girl. But the adorably moptopped singer is phenomenally popular, and not just with tweener girls. Basically the guy is sudden death on two legs to anyone with two X chromosomes. Right now he’s cutting a swathe of destruction through the South Pacific, driven by the mobs of frenzied females awaiting his appearance. But all of that may be coming to an end; apparently Justin is succumbing to a tragic hormonal disorder that up to now seemed to have left him unscathed. I’m referring, of course, to puberty:
[My voice] cracks. Like every teenage boy, I’m dealing with it and I have the best vocal coach in the world. Some of the notes I hit on ‘Baby’ I can’t hit anymore. We have to lower the key when I sing live.
For the record, Justin Bieber is sixteen, which is kind of late in the day for this problem to be cropping up. Either his handlers will have to up the dosage of whatever they’re using to keep him looking perpetually ten years old, or his fans will have to get used to an adorable moptop that croons like Bing Crosby.
