i had some friends from high school come over. one of them got through grade 12 with a d average and was on his fifth or sixth try at trade school (he had wealthy parents, so they kept sending him back to fail, like, marketing and advertising courses. the truth is less that he was flat out dumb and more that he didn't care about much besides final fantasy. he was the singer in rabit is wolf.) and the other had a film degree from a school in thunder bay, and had demonstrated almost no interest in much of anything before i lent him a couple of books (some dante & some machiavelli) when he was recovering from a broken leg suffered in a bus accident in south america. it was the second one that decided he wanted to be a philosopher after reading some dante while on his death bed. well, i mean, i can think of worse things to do with yourself. i haven't talked to him in years, but i think he ended up teaching english as a second language in korea. his spanish was always better than his english...
anyways, these guys - pothead goofs with minimal formal or informal education that were more articulate about tool than they were about lacan. - show up with this zizek video and decide i have to watch it, 'cause i was the smart one, and they needed my approval, or something.
so, i watched it with them, mostly in silence. and, they waited with baited breath...
i was just like "well, what was the point of that? he just rambled for forty minutes about nothing.".
they decided i didn't get it.
that was in 2007, i think.