Thursday, February 24, 2011

Who Needs Hair?

Sometimes I actually raise my head from my computer screen to blearily read up on current events, ok and watch Vampire Diaries...I'm not completely crazy. 
I am also not a Beiber fan.  I hear your gasps of disbelief but I'm not afraid to admit it.  I don't have any young girls in my house and even though I was one I am sure I never liked anyone so annoying.

Shut up.

My point is...don't worry about your hair, dude.  There have been plenty of others before you who went through this same thing.

Yeah, they waited until they were old but you shouldn't let that bother you.  What about these uber famous guys?

They used to look like this:

Ok, maybe you should worry.

But if I were you, I'd be more worried about all those heartbroken tween girls.  I'm just sayin'.

Don't forget to enter my contest!!!  It is open to international followers!  We'll work something out if shipping is more than a few thousand (Bryan).


  1. Okay, so I'm not really a Bieber fan, but my niece is (she's a tween), and so I've learned how to pretend that I DO care about all things Bieber. Because I adore my niece and I want her to think I'm cool. Also, he's from Stratford, Ontario, which is very close to my hometown, and his rise to fame from such a little Canadian town is pretty impressive.

    What I don't get is the appeal of his hair... though it does look better now. Before I just wanted to cover his head in bobby pins.

  2. Oh how I coveted my copies of Tiger Beat magazine. All those free posters of sexy guys, er, uh, I mean great articles that lured me to the pages. At least that's what I told the 'rents.

  3. I can't believe parents let their young sons grow their hair that long! Mine definitely wouldn't have allowed it. If I'd been a boy, that is.

  4. Oh gosh, I remember the Hanson brothers. Mmmmmbop!

  5. Ha! You should have seen some of the old pictures of me... I had much more hair than all these lame dudes.


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