Tucker Max is an asshole, and proud of it.**
I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, a movie based on his bestselling book of the same name, is currently in theaters.
When Tucker Max was a classmate of mine, I didn’t know him, but he had a reputation for being good-looking, charismatic, outrageous, and a pig. I’m not surprised that he’s succeeded in turning his tales of drunken, misogynistic debauchery into a lucrative business.
Tucker plays to the dark side of fratboy culture and the lecherous bachelor party fantasy, a genre now called “fratire.” On his website, his stories of adventure and sexual conquest are replete with binge drinking, cruel insults, burping, vomit, poo, urination, and the police (you don’t want to know, really). He openly degrades women, rating them on a scale that ranges from “wildebeast” to “common-stock pig” to “super hottie.” Tucker even admits that he tries to get women drunk so that they won’t be able to consent to sex. Not surprisingly, women’s groups at several universities have accused him of promoting a culture of rape.
So what? Well, Tucker Max has female fans. Lots of them. Most of whom are college-aged.
Is this simply a case of women liking the “bad boy”?
Is Tucker Max’s popularity with women a product of GenY sexual politics, as suggested by the Washington Post?
A college-aged woman who claims to have slept with Tucker Max has provided her own tell-all, “I Slept With Tucker Max, the Internet’s Biggest Asshat.” It doesn’t sound like she was looking for validation, but it doesn’t sound like she found the experience to be liberating, either.