Here is an old "joke" that went around the circle back when I was in a philosophy program, oh, way back in the mid 90s. Ah, I remember the times well. The sweat of the horses and the covered wagons; gun powder from the new Winchester rifle; sipping tea with John Stuart Mill as I gave him a few tips in writing "On Liberty".
So here's a scene of philosophers in love screaming at each other on Jerry Springer. It's high art with lines like, "You're no existentialist, bitch!"