Anya Kamenetz Is the Most Annoying Person in New York

She graduated from Yale in 2002, has an apartment in a trendy neighborhood in New York, writes for the Village Voice (a job that could be considered crappy only if one has a perversely inflated sense of entitlement), and got a(n undeserved) book deal while in her early 20s. Yet she had the gall to write "Generation Debt," a collection of insufferably self-pitying, clueless "oh my god my NYC apartment is so not as cute as my Davenport dorm, plus there are all these black people everywhere" columns from the Voice from the past couple years, in which she demonstrates absolutely zero perspective or insight, as this review argues. She is singularly devoid of self awareness, or else how could one explain the following:

Someone like Kamenetz doesn't have much to kvetch about. In the press materials accompanying the book, she notes that just after she finished the first draft, her boyfriend "proposed to me on a tiny, idyllic island off the coast of Sweden." She continues: "As I write this, boxes of china and flatware, engagement gifts, sit in our living room waiting to go into storage because they just won't fit in our insanely narrow galley kitchen. We spent a whole afternoon exchanging the inevitable silver candlesticks and crystal vases, heavy artifacts of an iconic married life that still seems to have nothing to do with ours." The inevitable silver candlesticks? Too much flatware to fit in the kitchen? We should all have such problems.

And does her fiance have one of those crap temporary jobs all the drones in her generation are destined to hold forever? Not really. He's a software engineer at Google.

Seriously, Anya, if you're reading this, you're the reason the terrorists hate us.