At least not according to Jonah Goldberg:
I realize that talking about Nietzsche and the popular culture — or really Nietzsche and anything — is like reading Proust during the time-outs at a Packers game; it assaults the nostrils with the scent of the poseur.
As you know, gentle reader, I read poetry, tourism, and art books during Packer games.
I don’t even know how to pronounce poseur.