I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. I won’t lie: I read the book.The movie debuted Sept. 25, but I decided against giving Tucker Max the added support at the box office. I’m not even sure why I read the whole book. It’s not like I’m one of his cult-followers (aka guys who were losers in college and are attempting to live vicariously through Tucker Max’s own drunken sexual encounters). No, reading his book, to me, felt more like satiating a guilty pleasure.

What “guilty pleasure” though? What could I, or for that matterany female, possibly find pleasurable (guilty or not) about a cocky law student’s misogynistic exploits? I have no idea.

The ironic thing is if it weren’t for the expansive and eclectic array of women who agreed to sleep with him, Tucker Max wouldn’t have a bestselling book or a movie deal. All he’d have is an over-confident attitude and a receding hairline.

After I read his book, I couldn’t decide whether I was furious or amused. And that made me even more furious. He acts like women are replaceable, his favorite pick-up line is “Grunt big for daddy,” and as if that isn’t bad enough, it seems to actually work. I want to hate you, Tucker Max…but I’m laughing too hard.

Just to be clear, I am a feminist. And I do find a number of his stories disgusting, degrading and humiliating. But I also have a sense of humor, and they are really funny.

He’s offensive and disrespectful, and he knows it. So ladies, if we have a problem with it then please stop sleeping with him. He’s nothing without us.