Oh. My. God. Bieber. We were doing SO well. We were buds. Pretty much totes besties, except the kind where I kind of can’t stand you but keep you around because you’re unintentionally hilarious, like my own personal Biaggio from Kings of Summer only without redeeming qualities.
And, now, this.
*facepalm* BIEBER. NO. THAT’S A BAD BIEBER. *gets the spray bottle*
And the thing is, he has no idea this is racist, I guarantee. It’s basically the same thing as Miley Cyrus at the VMAs. “What do you mean my performance is racist? How is it racist to dress my backup dancers as toys and slap them on the…OK, I see it now, now that I’m saying it out loud…” When cultural ignorance meets the insane privilege of the rich and famous, bad things happen. And makes his arrival to the Great Wall of China on the shoulders of his predominately black entourage look way less funny than it did before.
Ugh. BIEBER. YOU GET NO HAIR RUFFLE.