Forget about driving a Prius and putting solar panels on the roof. After a looming history of Earthly abuse, destroying something beautiful at Fight Club becomes the impetus for Project Mayhem’s recycling program.

Pounding that kid, I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species and every whale or dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground. … Don’t think of this as extinction. Think of this as downsizing. … For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet and now the world expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every used drop of motor oil. … And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born. (115)

Do you think this was Al Gore’s motivation?

Tyler has a plan that solves the whole darn mess. He calls it Project Mayhem. If killing is part of capitalism, which he so honestly embraces (unlike real-life CEOs of globalization), why not use dead bodies to fertilize the herbs that add fragrance to lyposuctioned collagen which, once turned into soap, not only becomes an ironic tool for cleanup, it also becomes the commodification of wealthy desires sold right back to the rich. Further, by recycling the basic tenets of capitalism, the added “Tyler Durden Bonus” is that profit isn’t lining corporate pockets. Instead, it is directly distributed among Project Mayhem’s labor force. They are no longer an underclass but recycled and heralded by Tyler as a society free from traditionally infused marketing desires. Death, life, and finance are all redistributed and reused.

If that’s not recycling, what is?