The Elf on the Shelf is just Foucault for children.
I keep trying to buy a dance with blank slips of paper, but no one wants to take my deconstruction of the concept of money.
If you don’t have any books by incomprehensible French post-modernists on your bookshelf then go back to grad school immediately. You obviously missed a class.
Post-modernists go trick-or-treating disguised as themselves, but you can just give them empty wrappers and tell them it’s a deconstruction of the concept of candy.