This ought to go over well...

...with the Smart Bitches.

From the Guardian:

The leathery-skinned hacks who churn out the Pink books present a vision of young people as self-obsessed, shallow, blind automata, swilling about in a moronic inferno. Reading these books will leave your soul as shrivelled as one of those pistachios you sometimes find, blackened, in the bottom of the bag.

I mean, as he also wrote this essay (the fight in the comments is entertaining) I assume he's joking, but even so... YOWZA.