It's elementary, my dear Usher. "To Justin Bieber she is always THE woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Robyn Rihanna Fenty. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his swooping, precise but admirably balanced bangs. He was, I take it, the most perfect grin flashing and eyelash-fluttering machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a 'oh, that's cool, you know, girl' and a blush. They were admirable things for the observer -- excellent for drawing the veil from Bieb's motives and actions. But for the trained media icon to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted image was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his marketability. Grit in a tight-fitting white leather pantsuit, or a crack in one of his own prepubescent vocal runs, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was Robyn Rihanna Fenty, of dubious and questionable memory, and she is like a million years older than him anyway."