It was in reading Tristam Shandy that I noticed how it is primarily men who gravitate towards the game-playing self-reflexive style. There is an alienation from emotion in it, a Nervous Nelly fear of letting go and being “exposed.” As an attitude towards life, it betrays a perpetual adolescence. Those who hurled themselves after Derrida were not the most sophisticated but the most pretentious, and least creative members of my generation of academics.
"my friend and i were watching mtv the other day when Nelly came on and my friend was like "omg Nelly rules". hes such an idiot, he only listens to trendy music. at least i like original stuff like beyonce.