Man, I hate hippies

Yeah, the “peace movie” thing is kind of annoying. Sure, there could be “peace movies”, but lots and lots of “war movies” are also peace movies. Any war movie that shows people dying meaningless deaths or experiencing meaningless suffering is also a peace movie. Or perhaps she meant movies that were about wars that were averted. Only one I can think of would be “Gandhi”, were he averted a war of independence against the British. Although how many people were killed in the post-independence partition? He avoided one war but couldn’t avoid another. Does that make “Gandhi” a peace movie?

Or maybe movies that have no violence whatsoever are peace movies. Well, there are millions of rom-coms that don’t have any violence.

All the hippies from Eugene I know are mad cool, and don’t smell bad at all.

lissener War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery!

I don’t *hate * hippies.

I *just * hate smelley people.

More like, “Dude, I stink. I gotta shower…right after I smoke another bowl…” Seriously, they KNOW they stink. Some of them revel in it, in a stick-it-to-the-man anti establishment, deodorant is the work of the brainwashing devils among us who want to sell us on the idea that the natural human odor is bad and gross so that they can sell us soaps and shampoos and deodorant and AXE body spray kind of way. But most of them just don’t care if it bothers you. Some of them actually *like *that it bothers you, or at least find it funny. And some are just getting back into town from a long camping trip with no showers. (That last one would be me. Sorry.)

You aren’t a real hippie unless you only read half of War and Peace.

What was that good for?

absolutely nuthin’

So you don’t have a porno section?

13 Days? That might count.

[sleeping cartman]…hippies…hippies…say they want to save the earth but all they do is smoke pot and smell bad…hippies[/sc]

We had a hippie group set up at our local Global Warming gathering on Earth Day. Their handout had all sorts of interested suggestions about how to save our resources and one of them was to not bathe or shower. They also suggested eating fresh roadkill instead of buying meat. Oh, and reducing your consumption of cocaine, since it’s not local.

Neidhart

That’s only because the second largest political party is the Moderate Party (although they’re not very moderate, in truth).

Re: the OP, sounds like hippies have changed a bit since I was last in the US. I thought a laid-back, mellow, live-and-let-live attitude was the defining characteristic of a hippy, myself. That certainly was the case for me and most of my former Dead-head friends, anyway.

Oh well. Peace and love, baby.

or the OP misappropriates a term. There’s any number of folks who will get into your face w/their agendas, whatever the agenda is. the fact they’re into green, or herbal alternatives doesn’t make 'em hippies in my book. Tis rather the attitude you describe here.

You know what looks really good on a hippie?

Fire.

By the way, and as an aside not really apropos anything in particular, did you know, wring, that Ann Coulter is a former Dead-head?

Definitely not a hippy, though.

Workers of the world, unite! From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs!

A. exactly my point.

B. the phrase “dead head” brings on new meaning in reference to her, though. :wink:

I can’t remember the song title, but some of the lyrics went like this:

Kill, kill, kill the hippies
Kill them because their hair is long
Kill them because their views are wrong
Kill, kill, kill the hippies

BTW: I have several friends who are hippies. They do not behave like the woman mentioned in the OP.

There are no more hippies!

R.I.P. Hippie

I know a Hippie!

[sub]Okay, I just wanted an excuse to post a picture of my best friend’s dog.[/sub]
Carry on.

Eh. It’s like any subculture. Some nice folks, some jackasses, and some utter morons.

wring and Mr. Svinlesha, I know plenty of laidback, mellow, live-and-let-live folks who could not possibly be described as hippies. And some self-described hippies who are self-righteous, in-your-face jerks.

My favorite hippie story: I was in the grocery store one day and spotted this total earth mama with her two little girls, about four and six. All three of them barefoot, with patchwork skirts and scraggly, white-people dredlocks. The kids were begging their mom to buy them Barbie Bubble Bath. Something about it cracked me up, this hippie chick with two little girls who just wanted to be pretty, pretty princesses.