I think it's reasonably obvious now that philosophy is beyond the point of no return in its gradual progression into being an activist discipline, along the same lines as the rest of the humanities, the "studies" courses (gender studies, women's studies -- or worse, woymens studies, "African American Studies") (read: fake social sciences), as well as the near comprehensive sum of all the real social sciences.
To speak with your stereotypical philosophy undergraduate, you hear only of "debunking" things, and how "problematic" they are, for reasons that have to be "unpacked". Even the shit that isn't per se political or ideological, like philosophy of mind, is still laden with the Derrida-esque trash language of the intellectually inebriated.
Tell me my language is "problematic" or that an idea I have needs to be "debunked", or how you "debunked" the thoughts of someone else -- who was probably smarter than you, like Hegel -- and I already know you're a hack whose incapacity for original thought has predisposed you to the seeming psychological comfort from an ideologically driven understanding of the world.
It's all about power relations between classes of the oppressed and those who oppress, you say? The details be damned, and if you bother to point them out you're one of more of these "problematic" classes of person: racist, sexist, homophobe, transphobe, and the list goes on. Maybe you're even a xenophobe.
The irony of course is that this new call-out ethics functions exactly the same way Nietzsche criticized dogmatic assertions of Christian morality. As Foucault might say, the architecture of our systems of ostensible morality don't change... however variable the content may be in time or space. (That's the reason you can't put Foucault in the same basket of imbeciles as Derrida or the Frankfurt School, btw.) The irony of course is that this ship of fools (catch the Foucault reference? I know you didn't, because you never read Foucault, or if you did, you didn't understand it) will be the first to police language as if they were Chairman Mao's agents of the party's orthodoxy.
Whenever I hear any person even use those words in conversation, it's like... ok, great... I can automatically predict at the very least your entire -- and unidimensional -- worldview. How lovely. How convenient for me, because I already know that THIS is the beginning and end of what you're capable of doing is reproducing. Sadly, little more than an increasingly more hideous rhetorical replica of the postmodern garbage you were taught as if it were the veritably catechismal truth.
And to someone outside of that matrix, that illusion of nonsense, what the conversation sounds like is a symphony of wild cats hissing at one another and all who have the misfortune of encountering them. Indeed, there is more intellectual content to be had in a symphony of wild cats hissing at one another and all who have the misfortune to pass them by than there could ever be in the mind-numbing inanity that marks what passes for education these days.
(Anyone so educated should file a lawsuit against, if not burn down -- in metaphor -- the establishment which so indoctrinated them!)
Alas, this is the agony of conversations with philosophy students.