Can you ever fight for something? That seems like a ridiculous thing to say: I'm fighting for freedom, or my rights, or some kid named Julia. I don't think it works that way. There may be a reason you ended up in a fight, and one effect of the fight may be the change you want made, but fights themselves are not for anything, but against something.
...And yet I think again of Oscar Wilde, who rather than putting forth effort to change the homophobic, class-based culture in which he lived and with which he was (I think it's not going too far to say) unsatisfied decided to not let it ruffle him any more than a breeze ruffles an emerald and went and spent his life playing with peacock feathers.
But didn't that take effort? I wouldn't say that his was a refusal to put forth effort so much as it was an effort to frame the engagement strictly on his terms...
rest the rest of that entry, and while you're at it have i ever mentioned that y'all need to be reading this woman regularly? I mean, this whole entry, short, sweet and strange:
03 April 2007
Things I would have shown you if you were here: *Bakery of Dr Moreau* Edition
* In the foyer of the classroom building, a sign, neatly scripted in noticeable bubble letters reading "Free Brownies," taped to a completely bare and unattended table; it was still there an hour-and-a-half later when I left, but neither brownies nor an explanation were in evidence.
* The lumpen cakes at the grocery store, iced white and with new-mouse-pink frosting feet, WEARING LARGE BUNNY MASKS DEAR GOD. They were so frightening I have no choice but to use all caps in describing them. I think they were keeping them under plastic lids to prevent them from eating people. Whoever buys one of those things is in for the fight of her life, let me tell you.