Justin Bieber Vs. Swan Lake

Spoiler: Justin Bieber wins. And I am not proud of that. But I also don’t think I made the wrong choice. Allow me to explain.

It is a constant personal struggle I have, trying to balance the part of me that loves classical music, ballet and fine art with the part that loves Justin Bieber, The Superficial and The Girls Next Door.

I was raised in a family that has a very high regard for theatre, music and art. I grew up loving classic films, plays, books and general nerdy things. I was also raised in a family that has a very high regard for comedy. I learned to appreciate the finer things in life whilst never missing an opportunity to laugh at whatever I wanted, regardless of how stupid or immature. There’s something to be said about the joy you feel when hearing the crescendo of your favourite piece of classical music, but there is an equal happiness in a perfectly executed “that’s what she said”.

Which brings me to my story. Last week, my lady friends (most of whom are die-hard Beliebers) organized a movie-going date to the 3D Justin Bieber movie. I have never loved Justin. Nor have I ever hated him. I like to think I am fond of him by association because I’m around so many Justin lovers all the time. I was excited about the movie, but mostly I was looking forward to spending time with my ladies.

The day before the movie, I was notified that the Swan Lake tickets I had asked the Sony Centre about earlier in the year had finally gone rush-price and I could see it the next day for a price I could actually afford. But I weighed my love for fancy Tchaikovsky ballet with a night of laughing like a fool with my friends and that’s how Justin Bieber beat the pants off Swan Lake.

And as luck would have it, two days later my friend, Alex invited me to The Artist Project at the Ex. It totally satisfied my nerdy need for beautiful things, plus there was beer! What I liked about The Artist Project was that there was a lot of contemporary, mixed media stuff that I really love and not so many boring landscapes which I don’t love. Alex and I mused about art, had lady girl talk and brushed past George Stroumboulopoulos. It was a super fun day and I even dressed like a girl (which most of you know is a rarity).

So when it comes down to it, I try not to judge anyone for their taste in entertainment. Someone else’s Golden Girls is my Gilmore Girls. Someone else’s Yoko Ono is my Erik Satie. People like what they like and in my opinion, you’re lucky if your interests are widespread. The more widespread the better. That’s what she said.


That snappy lady at the Art Show who yelled at me for almost taking a picture when everyone else had been fine with it. She demanded I delete the photo, which I hadn’t actually taken. After that I asked everyone for permission and they all said yes and were all very nice about it! She needed a beer.


The 10 year old kid who is certain she and Justin will one day be betrothed.
The kid at the movie theatre who ran around shoving grapes in his cheeks causing squirrel-face and would then spit them on the ground instead of eating them. CUTE! He also stared at me on the streetcar.
The fact that Alex and I make the world happen around us with our minds. True story.
Wolf Pack Shirts.

2 thoughts on “Justin Bieber Vs. Swan Lake

  1. Once again I left a comment in the wrong place! So here it is again – Thanks for the Art Show – loved it! Wish I could see it in person! I especially liked the art that came AFTER I put my comment in the wrong place! LOL!

  2. I would have commented on every single art piece because I loved it all, clearly. The FUS guy (hipster short guy) has a studio SO CLOSE TO US. Let’s stalk him. h’ok?

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