15 things i hate about hippies

inspired by this thread http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=144065

RexDart and i came up with these on IM:
1–the smell

2–the smell

3–the hair

4–hemp clothing

5–“far out, man!”

6–that musical, Hair

7–dirty feet

8–hackeysack

9–no more hippie beatings at war rallies

10–most Donovan songs

11–that stick thing they play

12–they keep asking me for money downtown…grrr!!!

13–badly painted VW bus murals featuring gross distortions of Native American cultural iconography

14–being called a hippie just because i’m a liberal!

15–having the hippie movement commercialized into the Sonny and Cher Show

Damn those longhaired hippies!

I can feel a C. W. McCall moment comin’ on …

This is continuation of points 1 & 2, but why is it that the only people who know how to make their own soap never seem to use it.

I can’t stand the smell of B.O. covered in petuli oil.

[cartman]Hippies: All they do is smoke weed and stink[/cartman]

Goddammit I hate damn dirty hippies.

Patchouli-wearing, phish-listenin, weed-smoking GODDAMN DIRTY HIPPIES!

They make me freak out. I mean really, is it that hard to :

  1. wash.

  2. WASH.

  3. comb your fucking hair.
    3a) CUT YOU FUCKING HAIR.

  4. Stop living in the damn past.

  5. EAT SOME FUCKING MEAT.

What I hate even more than regular hippies are those bastard ass ‘neo’-hippies. You’re not even old enough to buy your own damn beer, what the hell do you think you’re doing, living in the mo-fucking 60’s??? GIVE THE FUCK UP!!

To be fair, I do know some semi-functioning older hippies. My friend’s parents are middle-aged hippies. They shower and wash and, even if they do smoke weed, never smell like patchouli. So they aren’t all rank-smellin bastards. Thank god for small favors.

Having gone to a school with a huge hippie population (UC Santa Cruz), I can agree with many of these. Especially the smell. Yikes. Riding the bus with a bunch of people who think deodorant is morally wrong or something…ugh. But.

Why the FUCK do you care what other people eat? Don’t you have better things to do with your life?

Funny. I didn’t know how to spell patchouli, so I googled “pituli oil”, and the response was “Did you mean: petuli oil?”

Thanks for the spelling clarification, GlarGH

I care when my hippy-ass landlords won’t let me cook a fucking steak in my damn apartment. Type II diabetics can’t live on couscous, polenta and friggin spaghetti, 24-7. I care when they try to force their dietary preference on ME.

Ahhh… I remember coming home from my girlfriend’s one “night” a few years ago at about four a.m. and finding my housemate hosting innumerable hippies that followed him home from a Phish concert. Every horizontal surface was occupied by hippies, the place was lit with dozens of candles, and there was a DIY dead-jam recording on the stereo.

What I remember most was the mountain of shoes. Really-- a huge pile of them, right there in the living-room. The only free space left was pretty close to it-- and my god, the pong that was coming off it. I kept gagging, and thinking that I was in real danger of puking on my carpet.

I remembered a scene in Allesandro Jadorowski’s Holy Mountain in which a group of mystics were on a hermetic quest to gain the Key to the Absolute, (in a nutshell,) and were complaining about the presence of a Christ-like thief who had joined their number. “He stinks!” Enlightened master: “When your journey is complete, you will love his smell.” I grabbed onto this idea defensively, and transmuted the stench into a pleasant human aroma. Breathed deep and savoured it as though it was a stack of rose-petals. It was wonderful.

Somehow, I don’t think that I’d have been able to pull it off without all the MDMA and hashish that was going around, though. :smiley:

Wow, this would really be a bummer if I, like, gave a shit what you think.

Patchouli makes me sneeze.

Wow. That’s really rude (of your landlords). They shouldn’t care what you eat, either. I say you cook your steak, and fuck 'em for being such busybodies.

[obligatory Simpsons quote]

“Now I know how Dean Rusk felt.”

[/obligatory Simpsons quote]

yeah, its kinda bunk. They’re fairly clean and pretty nice as hippies go, so I’m really reluctant to tell them to blow it out their collective arse, but… AWW, FUCK IT! I’m gonna go cook me some sausage.

Cheers!

A) They sold out
B) It’s now a clothing style at my local American Eagle. Really cool threads an all, but damn, they sold out!

I’m too young to be an authentic hippie and too old to be considered a neohippie but I guess I’m one anyway. I just prefer communal living. And good LSD. And I have the hair :slight_smile:

I do bathe though.

And for now ::crosses fingers:: I’m a fully employed tax-paying hippie.

I’ve met a lot of hippies who were all peace-and-love-and-tolerance-and-enlightenment-and-Eastern-philosophy on the outside, but just below the surface they were uptight fascist control freaks. Other than that, the thing I hate most about lots of hippies is their eagerness to swallow any kind of goofy pseudoscientific quack medicine-type bullshit they hear. (They won’t dare to use Lotrimin to treat the 9-inch-wide fungus rash that covers their ass because it’s Linear Western Medicine, but they’re happy to inject street drugs.) Also, their music sucks.

How do you know the people staying at your house are Phish fans? They’re still there!

Dr. J (sixteen shows, a few hundred hours on CD)

[Neal]
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Oh no, heavy, the coins keep coming out.
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I wish everyone lived a pastoral existence. Flowers and trees don’t deliberately cool you out, and go beep in your ear.
[/Neal]

[sub]Vegetable rights and peace.[/sub]