If you were an adult in 2010, you probably rolled your eyes at “Baby.” But deep down, you hummed it while making coffee. You can’t deny the catchiness of that “Baby, baby, baby, ohhh.”
And if you were a teen in 2010, you had a poster. Or a Bieber fever bracelet. Or you spent your allowance on his perfume, Someday. You knew exactly how old he was because you counted down to his birthday every year.
My little cousin had a calendar with his face on it. She would mark off days until his next concert. When I told her he was 16, she cried because she was 12 and “he’s basically old enough to date a college girl!” Ah, the drama of youth.
