Lacan
A clueless, confusing sadist who loved making his students and other brainy folks suffer by writing like he was drunk on bad coffee and bad ideas. He made Derrida look like a spelling bee champion. The only reason people still talk about him is because he wasn’t as good as Jung, and probably will be forgotten by now.
My professor is like Lacan, but with more yelling and fewer dreams.
He wrote a book that took me three hours to read and I still didn’t get it.
Lacan is the reason I failed philosophy, and I still blame him.