"Such gruesome satire isn't likely acceptable from an older writer. From a twenty-something striver, though, such lambasting of good taste with vivid exaggeration is rewarded with both tolerance and, dare I say, glee..."
—PopMatters.com
Marty Beckerman, 26, is the author of Dumbocracy, Generation S.L.U.T.and Death to All Cheerleaders. He has written for Playboy, Discover, Reason, Radar, Huffington Post, New York Press, Salon.com and the Daily Beast, and has been featured by the New York Times, the Atlantic, Gawker, MSNBC, ABC News, Fox News Channel and National Public Radio. Hunter S. Thompson once called him a "morbid little bastard," which Beckerman considers the greatest compliment of his career.
Originally from Anchorage, Alaska, Beckerman lives in New York City.
Overweight people are fucking abhorrent, which seems like an obvious and uncontroversial statement, but you cannot turn your head these days without gawking at the vile cascades of shapeless distended flesh that ubiquitously engulf your grotesque countrymen.
making a PB&J sandwich, I noticed the PB contains an ingredient called "rapeseed." I do not feel quite so hungry anymore.
bu$ine$$ plan: apply for job at abortion clinic, bottle fetus juice, add vitamins, market under brand name "Infanti-Cider." (would it be necessary to add vitamins? chicken eggs have plenty of A and B12, right?)
Friend: "Scholars think Shakespeare was gay." Me: "They say that about EVERY dead writer... they say it about ME and I'm still ALIVE!"
Between 2002-2004 I relentlessly bashed an author my age whose success I envied/resented. (My tirades appeared in New York Press, New York, the New York Daily News,New York Post, and every other publication with New York in the title.) We recently sat down for an interview, and I offered an olive branch.