This weekend I found myself listening to the Police while working to finish up a section of my dissertation proposal that attempts to put Jacques Derrida into a productive dialogue with Pierre Bourdieu -- something that the two had difficulty accomplishing in life. In the midst of this task, I was more than a bit horrified to discover that I was quietly singing to myself:
Bourdieu-dieu-dieu, Derrida-da-da,
That's all I want to say to you.
Bourdieu-dieu-dieu, Derrida-da-da,
They're meaningless and all that's true.
In case you need to wash out the bitter aftertaste of these butchered lyrics, you can enjoy the original here.
