Unfortunately, there seems to be no such thing as Postmodernism: The Good Bits.
(If you order a big sundae and discover that the top scoop is dog shit, it makes more sense to go buy your own ice cream and make your own sundae—even knowing you’re reinventing many pieces of the original sundae—than settling for the original sundae and trying to carefully spoon around the shit.)
Unfortunately, there seems to be no such thing as Postmodernism: The Good Bits.
(If you order a big sundae and discover that the top scoop is dog shit, it makes more sense to go buy your own ice cream and make your own sundae—even knowing you’re reinventing many pieces of the original sundae—than settling for the original sundae and trying to carefully spoon around the shit.)
Speaking as a fan of the stuff, I fully appreciate and frequently concur with your reasons for not wanting to touch it.
Postmodernism or dogshit? ;)