I spent a few years amusing myself with the follies of post-structuralist arm-waving and enjoyed Barthe’s S/Z and Lacan’s Ecrits, though Derrida never ceased to bore me nearly to tears. In the end, however, it’s all so endlessly self-referential as to be tedious without being illuminating. Let’s consider the comments about the character Dumbledore: given his role in the story, his sexuality is in fact irrelevant. Obsessing about it in any way is therefore also irrelevant in the same way that obsessing about Odysseus’ possible choice of trousers would be irrelevant when thinking about the Iliad. Post-structuralism was an intellectual dead-end and it’s sad, though not entirely surprising, to see its ghost roaming the far reaches of the Internet and rattling its illusory chains.