According to online social media number cruncher Klout, Justin Bieber holds the worldwide public's eyes longer than President Barack Obama, His Holiness the Dalai Lama, and a myriad of celebrities, thus proving himself as a megalith cultural despot. On average, his Tweets are retweeted at a usual 5 million, and I'm sure the calculations of likes and mentions on Facebook are unfathomable.
Klout takes over 35 different variables from social media sites and network numerical rolodexes to produce three catagories of statistics dubbed "True Reach," "Amplification Probability," and "Network Score" in order to essentially prove your online worth in the form of a score in the range of 1 to 100. The resulting product thus proves your importance in the priority of Internet users' attention, following, and mentioning, thus translating into your worth to them, and the influence your actions have over them. I'd go into explaining more about the categories and their respective subcategories, but that deviates from the point of the article, so check out Klout if you should choose to know more about the process (or find your own worth).
To make the point clear in all of this, Baby Bieber raked in a perfect C-note for his score, thus being proven as more influential and important to the masses than major political constituents, holy figures, technological and scientific innovators, and mostly anyone else in this world of ours that actually puts some effort into improving each rotation the Earth takes on its axis. Sure, it's just online statistics, and I don't expect to find Nobel Prize laureates and think tank devotees on Facebook or Twitter, but there's always something to be said when a flashbang teenie-bob material infatuation manages to supersede people that actually matter. Having the ability to momentarily (in the bigger picture of time) capture a teary-eyed congregation of the most impressionable age demographic isn't noteworthy in the progression of the quality of life, and as for the actual music, just think back to the Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, and O-Town. It's the flavor of the week scenario, the pet-rock. Just a fad that will only be recalled for humor three years from now. He unconsciously preaches an impossible hope, the idea that maybe, just maybe, you, fan, could be the one for him, and then the flowers would all bloom and the aura of nirvana would cast its ray forever upon your life. Many would disagree and choose more appropriate or preferential historical characters, but I most enjoy likening him to someone like Jim Jones, not in the later Jonestown stages, but more so in his San Francisco era. As soon as Bieber reaches the age where interaction with his fan base will result in pedophilic speculations and rumor, his T-shirts and posters will find their way to the back of the closet, and he'll just become an overweight eroded fossil that VH1 eventually tries to exploit for a minimally viewed tragedy-based reality television series. We'll see how influential he is then.
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