Ogre:
Dude, I don’t know who that guy was, but he definitely wasn’t a hippy.
No self-respecting hippy would ever treat another being on the planet like that. Such behavior is the exact anti-thesis of hippydom, such as it is.
Sounds like you’re committing the No True Hippie fallacy.
Ithaca, NY is the hippie capital of the Northeast, if not the country. I have some slight hippie tendencies (vegetarianism, cats, voting Green or Socialist), but I fucking hate hippies because a lot of them are very irresponsible. I find it ironic that many of them expect to live on government handouts-- the soup kitchens, food pantries, and Salvation Army are quite actively used here, as well as transfer payments. After the Rainbow Gathering out here, there are always neo-hippies “spanging,” begging for spare change. I always tell them “change comes from within, Grasshopper.” They hate that.
I knew a woman, a white woman with dreadlocks in fact, who exemplified this attitude that I despise. At 33, she had 6 children by at least 4 different men (maybe more-- some of those kids could have had any one of several men as fathers). She was on welfare, yet would declaim loudly about the evils of “Babylon,” which was the non-hippie, non-Rainbow world. Yeah, but the taxes from Babylon paid for all the expensive, organic food she bought from the local co-op, even though she could have gotten twice as much food at the chain store. Her kids were always filthy and she didn’t care because it was “natural.” One of her sons had serious academic issues and needed to be classified (he was believed to be MR), but she wouldn’t go to any parent confererences or help in his CSE process because she thought her kid was “too deep” to be understood by narrow-minded school professionals. Yeah, um, he hardly speaks at 7 because he’s thinking about cosmic issues… not because he’s developmentally delayed. :rolleyes: She also believed that schizophrenia could be cured by massage, and had an unmedicated schizophrenic living in her house and serving as her “nanny.” And a wide array of other undesireables, all fellow hippies who ate her government provided food, used her free utilities and rent, and still had money left over for pot and beer.
I tutored her 7 year old (and when I say tutored, I mean, often bathed, fed, and clothed him, took him to his first movie, read to him, painted his room, etc.) and she thought I was her friend. Ha. Several times she called me on a Tuesday night at 11pm to ask if I would pick her up at her house, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, to take her to reggae night at the club. She couldn’t understand that some people WORK on weeknights and have to go to bed.
I could go on, but I’m sick of thinking about her stinking, stupid ass. I hope her children are OK, wherever they are.
God, I hate that bitch.
Apropos of nothing:
Anyone else see “DH” and think Adoptamom _II is somehow obsessed with the American League’s designated hitter rule?
Eh, hippies are so 40 years ago. Indie rockers are where it’s at. All the good things about hippies - liberal politics, environmental consciousness, love of music, good weed - but better grooming and more cynicism.
Seriously though, like 3/4ths of the people that work at my local farm co-op are indie kids.
I used to say the same thing about grunge rockers. They’re just like hippies, excpet they don’t have to pretend to care about shit.
I used to be a hippie back in the day. And I mean an OH. It is the last vestiges of my hippie sensibilities that keeps me from blowing most of you fuckers out of the bathtub.
That, and I lack the firepower.
Not you though, Miller. You’re aces with me.
Admit it. You’re that sage-burning kid’s dad, aren’t you?
You drink home brew for three days, puke and pass out, and its some hippies fault?
I dunno. Nobody’s busted me for it so far.
That, and a hippie’s innate aversion to bathtubs, of course.
Always with them negative waves …
I think it had more to do with sitting in a plume of vile-smelling smoke.
I’m pretty much the same political and social persuasion as you lissener, and I loathe this sort of attitude. “Buy Local” is a huge deal amongst the liberal population where I live, and although I agree with the aim of supporting the local economy, I also don’t want to be demonized for daring to buy my underwear at J.C. Penney or my computery stuff at the Apple Store.
I work in a semi-upscale, independent (i.e. non chain, i.e. locally-owned) store that sells various goods from around the world: glassware from Germany and Romania, jewelry from Italy, Turkey, and Israel, and watches from Switzerland just to name a few. However, we are scolded almost weekly for not carrying enough locally-made product. Well, folks, if there were anyone local making glassware or watches or fine jewelry (not bead-a-thon stuff; the local market is saturated with that stuff as is), believe us, we’d sell it.
One time, a woman came into the store and perused the glassware section. She picked up a nice, albeit machine-blown, vase and asked the price of it. However, before I could answer, she quickly set it down and walked to the other end of the store. She told me she was looking for a vase (which I had already guessed), and when I pointed out another one that I thought was nice, she sneered “Oh, is that one made in China too?” and marched out. I really wanted to smack her, but at the time I just stood there, dumbfounded as to what I personally had done. Well, nothing of course, it was GLOBALIZATION that had pissed her off, and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
However, another time, another woman came in and examined some small paintings that we had for sale. Now, the artist of these paintings encorporates pretty much the same themes into each of his works, although each one is still unique in its details. Anyway, this woman looked at the little paintings which were all the same size.
her: How much do these cost?
me: Well, ma’am, those are $120 apiece!
her: Oh, so they’re mass-produced, then? :mad:
me: (telling the truth) No, actually, they’re hand-painted by a local artist!
The look on her face was priceless…
What’s up with this “hippies don’t bathe” meme? I mean, I know that some of us could develop a bit of funk now and then, but I love to bathe – especially out in fresh cold mountain streams, in the nude, surrounded by Mother Nature…
Anyway all the hippies I knew smelled of peppermint, thanks to the good Dr. Bronner – he who was strong in All-One-God-Faith!
Miller:
What fallacy?
I don’t believe there is One True Hippie!
Well, there was but they killed him.
It didn’t hit me until just now. The OP hates hippies, but begins a sentence with “man”?
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Thank you, thank you thank you. When I lived in Northampton, we referred to it as “spanging” but now that I’m back home in Seattle I have never heard that word. Just a couple of days ago, I was wondering if I’d imagined it, or if it was only a phrase used in our area. Now I know that it’s used in the NE generally, and I’m glad I’m not mis-remembering.
I wasn’t a dirty hippie. I was a semi-crusty punk. We’re very different, depending on where you live. 
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Fascist!
I hope you don’t really hate a group of people **lissener ** especially ones who don’t care for war. I think you’ll find many men who have fought in wars think they are often unnescescary and cause countless lives to be wasted . I’m no hippie and I believe violence has it’s place but hate really doesn’t have any place in our world. It’s for the weak of will. I’ll just leave it at that .
All Hitler ever wanted was a little peace.
A little piece of Poland, a little piece of France …