Dear Mr. Bieber,
It has come to my attention, through one of your
inexplicably-popular-and-utterly-inescapable songs, that you have some
questions regarding the concept of consent.
I speak, of course, of your ode to jazz flute and the crocodile from Peter Pan, “What Do You Mean?” (By the way, I was relieved to
note that the song title truly does have a question mark. This is by no means a given.)
While a good chunk of this song consists of you being whiny and vaguely threatening
about receiving mixed signals, in a far inferior (though admittedly titularly
superior grammatically) knockoff of Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold”, the first few
lines (which are repeated throughout the somewhat lyrically-challenged song)
deserve some special attention and discrete answers. So let’s break those down, shall we?
