Yo, so I don't know if you know, but we people in New York have standards. We don't just applaud for new notepads or a new cup size at Starbucks. We only root for good things, like chocolate covered pretzels and VIP passes to the Coca Cola Factory. We've also been known to cheer for a Kanye West rant on Twitter, streakers, and on occasion, when an indy guy proposes to his indy girlfriend in Washington Square Park by taking off his clothes and arranging the piercings on his body to form the letters that make up the big question. Those are the things we appreciate. On the list of things we don't appreciate are pinky rings, charred meat, and underage musicians. Okay? We just don't appreciate them. They're underage, which means no matter how much fun they're having and how much they want us want us to have fun with them, we can't do it because it's illegal and we'd go to jail and they don't serve pork rib in jail, which means we're not welcome there. So we're virtually incapable of enjoying a Justin Bieber sighting. We just can't do it. So that's why we booed him. Because we wish we could be his friend, but we can't without having to become a vegetarian or a hockey player.