And I know people who would be classified as hippies, except they wince at the term because…it connotes filth and anti-social behavior. And one of them makes soap! And body wash, bath salts…
The worst ones are the ones who knock anything possibly having to do with capitalism/profit/corporations and will only work in small stores and organic restaurants or some such nonsense because of 2 reasons:
1- it’s true to who “I am”
2- their parents, who are corporate drones dancing for the man and all that’s evil, are subsidizing their conscience
This is really annoying when the person is 20, but when they’re over 30 (in the case of my cousin almost 60) they should be injected and studied to help others.
Something I loved at Little 5 Points, a hippie and neo-hippie section of Atlanta, was seeing two (2) vintage VW bugs go by, many of them so plastered with “Love the Earth” style bumper stickers you can only guess at the car color. What I loved about this is that the reason VW bugs are no longer sold in America (I’m talking the old style, not the new bugs) is because they did not meet emissions criteria. They continued to be sold in Mexico and other places with far less environmental regulations until the 1990s, when they were no longer offered due to raised emissions controls. But hippies are rarely consistent and have a Fundamentalists disregard for facts.
Of course, the War Video display probably had a sign, didn’t it?
OP, you’re some kind of sinner! (Five Man Electric Band)
Why don’t you knock it off with them negative waves?
Why don’t you dig how beautiful it is out here?
Why don’t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
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Of course, the War Video display probably had a sign, didn’t it?
OP, you’re some kind of sinner! (Five Man Electric Band)
Why don’t you knock it off with them negative waves?
Why don’t you dig how beautiful it is out here?
Why don’t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
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Fucking hippy! 
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You know, the veggie store that’s about 200 yards from Mom’s sells local produce. The asparagus are from their land, the tomatoes from the next village south, the lettuce from the next village north, the strawberries from Morocco and the Castillian lentils from Canada.
In the big supermarket that Mom hates because she gets lost (too much light, too many things), the asparagus are from within a 100km radius, the tomatoes same-same, the lettuce ibid, the strawberries from Morocco and the Castillian lentils from Canada.
Only because it’s “bought locally” doesn’t mean it’s “local produce.”
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Perhaps your mom prefers to buy from folks who live locally rather than a corporate entity. With DH self employed, our finances are either feast or famine, but when I have a few extra pennies I’d prefer to spend a them in a business owned by a (theoretical) neighbor rather than a corporate giant.
“Hey, man, there’s some dirt in my lentil and groat soup!”
“That’s not dirt, its Earth!”
Another good response, it occurs, would be to say in your best Frank Oz “Peace makes not a movie great”.
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Perhaps your mom prefers to buy from folks who live locally rather than a corporate entity. With DH self employed, our finances are either feast or famine, but when I have a few extra pennies I’d prefer to spend a them in a business owned by a (theoretical) neighbor rather than a corporate giant.
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Of course the nasty corporate store is probably largely owned by large pension funds, whose purpose is to provide for kindly old ladies in their golden years, while the local store is owned by a rich jerk who eats puppies.
Free range puppies?
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Another good response, it occurs, would be to say in your best Frank Oz “Peace makes not a movie great”.
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Yeah, or recommend Andy Warhol’s Empire.
lissssssener dude… it’s all good, brother.
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Free range puppies?
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This one sentence somehow just made my day. Thanks. 
I hate patchouli. It smells like cilantro tastes…sort of like burnt, chemical, soapy hate. It totally harshes my high.
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lissssssener dude… it’s all good, brother.
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I have only one response to that.
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I hate patchouli. It smells like cilantro tastes…sort of like burnt, chemical, soapy hate. It totally harshes my high.
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Oh, so that’s patchouli…funny, though, I never smell it on hippies, only on middle-aged Latino men.
[QUOTE=elucidator]
“Hey, man, there’s some dirt in my lentil and groat soup!”
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Hot dog, groat soup again! Heavy on the 30 weight, Mom! /hippie joke
Didn’t mind pachouli for the first year or so, after a while, started to get on my nerves. Grateful Dead were cool, but there’s nothing “hippy” about a heroin habit.
Its beatniks who didn’t bathe. Life negative, conciousness minimizing beatniks.
I will never, ever willingly eat brown rice again, unless it might get me laid. Then, well, maybe.
What a long strange trips its being.
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Gee, why not Pravda?
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Well, if we’re just making them read it, then I’m going to go ahead and assume that the majority of them don’t read Russian, so it would be somewhat futile.
And if we’re literally shoving it down their throats? Well, the Times is a bit easier to come by, for starters.
[QUOTE=Rysdad]
I hate patchouli. It smells like cilantro tastes…sort of like burnt, chemical, soapy hate. It totally harshes my high.
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here’s one official, card carrying hippie who fucking hates patchouli. hate it. hate it. hated it even way back then. hated it when I was married to first husband who loved it. hate it more now.
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Its beatniks who didn’t bathe. Life negative, conciousness minimizing beatniks.
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Thanks. Now I’ll never see Maynard G. Krebs again without thinking he smelled like a two-month-old sweatshirt.