Tuesday, March 02, 2004

God's Consolation Prize! 

Alarmist prude Marty Beckerman is the next in line for the title of annoying spokesperson/whistleblower of my goddam generation. Here's the money quote:
I got fired from the paper a couple of times, once for asking a 13-year-old cheerleader what it felt like to be a urine stain on the toilet seat of America. I was 17 or 18 then and I was reading more extreme authors, like Hunter Thompson and Craig Kilborn on "The Daily Show."

Morons who write sensationalist books about what crazy things the kids are up to these days full of crackpot unsubstantiated theories and moral posturing have always been with us and always will, but this is interesting because with the current batch of Wild Ones, the media can't get the story. They can't attach a narrative to us, because I don't think we have a damn thing in common. There are no movements, no causes, no relevant manifestos, no politics, nothing. So we get assholes like this:
And what is your next project, exactly?

It's called "Jew-boy Goes to Hell: Young America in World War III," in which I visit Baghdad and Tehran and Kabul and Jerusalem and the West Bank. The publisher hasn't signed on the dotted line yet. It's a really expensive project. But it's about how the war on terror will affect Generation Y, because we care more about bongs and PlayStation than the future of planet earth.
who get book deals from MTV for synthesizing Bret Ellis and Tom Wolfe in an accessible, original thought-free little package with An Important Sociological Statement bow on top.

I'm the voice of a generation too, but I can't remember which one. Maybe a blank check from Viacom would refresh my memory...

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