Slovenian Marxist philosopher Slavoj Zizek sweats a lot and is brilliant. He's exactly what a philosopher should be. This is the opening paragraph of a profile published today in the Guardian:
Slavoj Zizek doesn't know the door number of his own apartment in Ljubljana. "Doesn't matter," he tells the photographer, who wants to pop outside. "Come back in through the main door, and then just think in terms of politically radical right; you turn from left to right, then at the end, right again." But what's the number, in case he gets lost? "I think it's 20," Žižek suggests. "But who knows? Let's double check." So off he pads down the hallway, opens his door and has a look...Now he's back in the living room, a clinically tidy little sliver of functional space lacking any discernible aesthetic, the only concessions being a poster for the video game Call Of Duty: Black Ops, and a print of Joseph Stalin. Žižek pours Coke Zero into plastic McDonald's cups decorated in Disney merchandising, but when he opens a kitchen cupboard I see that it's full of clothes.]
What Marxist philosophers do we have who play Call of Duty: Black Ops, have a poster of a genocidal tyrant in their living room, drink Coke Zero in a McDonald cup covered in Disney merchandise? The answer is none. We have none. The closest thing we have to Zizek, and this is by looks only, is Jeff Daniels (when he has a beard). See below. And that guy is stuck playing the exact sort of sanctimonious liberal twit Zizek hates. It's enough to make you want to move to Ljubljana.