When I was prime Tiger Beat age all of my peers were swooning over New Kids on the Block and Kirk Cameron. I chose instead to cover my walls in pictures of River Pheonix, who was super brooding and intense and then died of a drug overdose outside of an LA nightclub, so let’s just chalk that up to: not much has changed. Also, explains a LOT about why this whole Justin Beaver, ahem, Bieber thing escapes me. The photo above is courtesy of gawker.com and looks like the young buck has found his target [height range] audience.