I never understood fundraisers. If a cause was just, I figured people would donate. What does walking have to do with helping the handicapped? It’s more like a statement of helpless desperation. If we knew what to do, we’d be applying our brains to finding a cure for cancer rather than walking. And so, this coming Sunday, “nearly all of Asheville’s belly-dance community” will be doing their thing to benefit the United Nations Refugee Agency. Were I good at community organizing, I might hold a benefit to raise funds to retrench women who belly dance, but that’s my problem. The event has been organized by Sparrow Pants. (That’s her name.)