Keeping in mind that some of what I’ve read is tongue-in-cheek, but I haven’t had my coffee yet and won’t try to guess, I have to ask: Who’s living in the past? Where do you find hippies? And I don’t mean just longhaired college students. This thread sounds as if you people have just emerged from 35 years in a bomb shelter! Move on and find something else to worry about. Living in the past, indeed!
My $0.02: I love the Dead, especially the late '60’s psychedelic period. (before CSNY taught them how to sing!)
Thankfully there aren’t many hippies in my neighborhood, but a couple years ago I took a trip to Memphis for the Bealle Street Music Fest, and it was completely overrun with actual, living, breathing, modern day hippies!
Granted, Wide Spread Panic (The Other Phish™) played there, thus attracting them from miles around, but hippies do still exist and they do still stink.
Maybe I stink, but it’s just because I haven’t showered yet today… I’ll get around to it! Eventually.
Republicans can be hippies too! Yes, they can!
[sup]Coolest Phish concert memory: I saw Phish in Portland, Oregon with a good friend who is working on being a Greek Orthodox Priest… we spent the whole show walking around watching him bless children. “Blessed child!” he said, as he crossed himself… funny and cool at the same time![/sup]
but…I am a Yippie.
I eat meat,
bathe,
don’t listen to “hippie music”(actually gospel)
have long hair (but i’m a female)
don’t use drugs
never make the peace sign
Lets start with a minor quibble from me, shall we? I’m Female. FEEEEMALE. Now then, on to the ‘meat’ of this thing.
I live in Hawaii. Believe it or not there are a lot of damn hippies in Hawaii. We have a thriving hippy community of people who have migrated to this area because its quiet and the weed it good, I guess. We have lots of different kinds of hippies: old hippies, young hippies, dirty hippies, clean hippies, hippies in pairs and sets, etc. I also have lived in Ashland, Southern Oregon, also full of hippies.
My current boyfriend is a vegetarian, with those aforementioned clean, but tokin, hippy parents. Thats cool, ya know? But the people we rent from are hippies and are kinda more hardcore on the vegetarianism. They don’t want me to cook any o that meaty goodness in the house. I find this really frustrating since :
We pay $500/month to live in something the size of a walk-in closet.
I’m a Type II Diabetic, and my shit gets fucked up when all I have to eat are fava beans. Some fun things include: moodswings, dizziness, and more recently, tingling in the hands and feet.
I don’t like people telling me what I should and should not do. I’m not going around chanting that they should bow down before the BeefSlab-God… but it WOULD be a lot easier if they did eat meat and understood where i was coming from.
I’m sorry the whole thing sounded snarky, and that a lot of general hippy-dom got sucked into the blanket statement above. Just feelin’ a little frustrated, is all.
Jeez, i leave for the night and controvery erupts and dies. I AM a midwestern boy, spending lots of time at home in Rock Island, IL, and at my grandma’s farm in Columbus Junction, IA. I’ve even been to the capitol building in Des Moines, as well as an old capitol building in one of Iowa’s former capitols (the name escapes me). This was a spontanious list RexDart and i came up with that i posted here on a whim. I live in San Fran because my boss transfered here and offered whoever wants to come out paid moving expensives and a fat COL increase.
Maybe i should rent Quadrophenia…
Maybe we would not even be communicating if we didn’t have those hippie pioneers investing time into that strange and nerdy phenomenon known as the computor.(look at the early photos of BG and crew)
Maybe the net should be owned entirely by IBM, and its awful OS CP/M.
…but I’ll stick to hippies over IBM any day, such short memories folk have…
Gee, Matt, thanks for sharing that. No, really. I mean, if you got such a thing as a gay hippie then there must be such a thing as a straight hippie. Which is just too confusing.
So you guys would rather smell like aluminum chlorhydrate than smell like people? You’d rather get stinking drunk and puke listening to the Beach Boy’s sing about cars than pass around a doob and giggle? The words “Make love not war” sound kind of stupid to you? You’d rather have a girlfriend who thinks “going all the way” means your pattern is registered at Bloomies, rather than one who has studied the Kama Sutra and highlighted all the interesting stuff?
Well,ok, fine. Somebody’s gotta be normal. Might as well be you. Way too late for me.
