As I'm winding through my personal animus toward Selena Gomez for her little bit of statutory rapey time with the Devil's Midget, it's nice to have other hottie teen TV starlets turned fake singers to turn to in these times of hotness needs. Enter Victoria Justice, my brunette backup third wife who never ceases to daze me with her innocent beauty. In concert over the weekend, and filming her current music video, all of which for the music equivalent of slightly moldy white bread; still Victoria Justice provides an inner musical beat, one that synchs with my lower heart and makes me want to break out into song, or, you know, be really quiet and lock myself in my room for half an hour. No Justice, no peace. Enjoy.