It’s all too easy to allow ourselves to be bamboozled by the turgid rhetoric of our quasi-phrenic pundits. But scratch the surface and, more often than not, we find there’s nothing there. There is no real substance beyond the esoteric vocabulary that holds us in awe. It is all form over function; the medium at the expense of the message. There is no nourishment for the soul here, just the apparition of another’s superior and ever-so-profound intellectualism. The cult of celebrity renders us blind.