I have to be honest with you. I know approximately nothing about Alain Badiou. This is because Alain Badiou is almost exclusively the domain of the serious-young-man.
But don’t worry, at least he’s attractive and fun:
So, he’s about as un-fun as you can get, and being a Zizek contemporary, he’s a big fan of pomo bashing, bringing back ‘truth’. I’m completely unable to take critical theory seriously. Nothing important should be taken seriously. Oscar Wilde taught us that. He was way smarter.
Sorry, I don’t believe in truth and I love postmodernism, it’s so fun and whimsical and creative and ironic. You can do whatever you want with it. At its best, gives you the potential for sedition, and for positivity and political activism. Plus I’m not a fan of Plato. Something about being a girl. (Joke.)
In the most successful, and also most conservative areas of philosophy, there are only serious young men, and the only people serious young men listen to are grumpy old men. Thus metanarratives are restored and the world is doomed.
If you are not one of them and you want to be a theorist, you’ll probably spend your whole life fighting them. Kisses.
But anyway, like I said, I know shit all about him, so feel free to correct me. That doesn’t mean his acolytes don’t make my skin crawl.