Back when I was at Michigan, writing for the Michigan Review, we got into a little tiff with the Graduate Employee's Organization. Actually, it wasn't really a tiff as much as it was various Graduate Student Instructors raging on us for being "practitioners of epistemic violence" and whatever other phrases they came up with by looking at a thesaurus. Anyway, a GSI who was seemingly more sympathetic to our cause decided to print their entire e-mail chain and slip it under the door of our office. Nearly every e-mail signed off with the battle cry, "SOLIDARITY!!!"
While to these folks, solidarity meant long hair, a ban on any sort of shaving or personal hygiene, and bi-annual strikes for salary increases to pay for their fair-trade coffee, homemade cigarettes, and not soap, I was fortunate enough to experience a different act of solidarity last night, when Mr. Frattini showed up at my front door with a pair of hair clippers:
SOLIDARITY BABY!!! FIGHT THE POWER!! FIGHT THE CANCER!! WHO'S WITH ME!??!?