(this is an ongoing debate outside of the film between Žižek and guys like Peter Sloterdijk on the status of belief and ideology in contemporary society, but this was probably lost on most viewers because Sloterdijk never said anything that got set in 50pt Gill Sans Ultra Bold over a soft-focus photograph of a woman looking woefully through the windows of a train passing through the Swiss Alps that got 500 notes on Tumblr).
Point being: I was in a meeting today and I said “fuck it” when what I really meant to say was “fuck you” and I thought of Žižek.
emphasis mine.
Sometimes I forget this isn’t the point.
