There is a groovy happiness that breezes into the car the second a Justin Bieber song begins pounding through the speakers, and when I use the phrase “Justin Bieber song," I am referencing the music released only post-signature haircut and pre-wannabe-Justin-Timberlake. These songs include, but are not limited to: “Beauty and a Beat," “All Around the World," "#thatPOWER."

I am not at all ashamed to admit that I enjoy the occasional Justin Bieber jam session (although I should be to a song that includes a hashtag in its title).

His music, reveling in its pure pop production with catchy hooks and lyrics aimed to make every girl feel special, provides a welcome escape from the alternative angst I typically listen to. The pumping beats make me want to strip down to my boxers and shamelessly bust a move.

I firmly believe a world without Justin Bieber’s music, or pop music in general, would be a world without much happiness. At its core, any pop song is a carefully calculated three-and-a-half minutes designed to make you feel fun and happy and free. How wonderful.

That's why pop music is so popular-- because of its ability to make us forget about the fact that we have a 30 page term paper due in two days or a cumulative final exam tomorrow.

And to all those who may argue otherwise, that the uninspired pop garbage be banned from radio play, I leave you with the profound words of Swedish pop duo Icona Pop’s breakout hit: "I don’t care. I love it."