I just keep thinking of that Onion editorial written by a ferret. Heh heh heh heh. He writes about how he’s living with some Neo-Hippies and is miserable.
I think I’ll read what Tris said again as it was pretty awesome.
I was a long-haired wannabe hippie Volkswagen mechanic during the sixties and seventies. I lived in Santa Cruz, CA for a big part of those years, had several friends who were real, live, honest-to-God hippies, and I tried really hard to be one. I still believe in embracing nature, honesty, tolerance, acceptance, peace and love, so I guess part of it stuck. I really believe that I would be happier today if I had completely embraced the life style and ideals.
If your username is “Jerrybear,” with the “Jerry” referring to Garcia and the “bear” to the multicolored Grateful Dead dancing bears, and you are currently listening to a Robert Hunter CD…you might be a Hippie!
I was at the Other Ones/Robert Hunter show at the Palace of Auburn Hills (Detroit area) this past Saturday. What a great show…the spirits of Janis Joplin (Susan Tedeschi sang the blues!), Pigpen McKernan, Jerry Garcia and John Lennon (the Other Ones did a cover of Strawberry Fields Forever) were all summoned. It was really great to see Phil Lesh, Bobby Weir, Mickey Hart, and Billy Kreutzmann (the classic Grateful Dead two drummers!) back together again. And Robert Hunter’s solo acoustic stuff is excellent! Some of it is songs that the Dead did, others are Hunter’s solo compositions.
Hi, my name is iconoplast, and I’m a hippie-friend. I’m big on the tolerance and acceptance, but not personally big on the drugs, fashion, and culture. That, and I’m too young. 
But I can dig the ideals.
One of my dad’s cousins moved from Chicago to San Francisco during the '60s, lived on a communion, baked a lot of bread while naked, ingested various mind altering substances, started living with a girl (now his common-law wife of 35 years), adopted a baby abandoned by a heroin-addicted friend (the baby just got married), and had two babies of their own, who they named “Sierra Wildrose” and “Alanna Joyful Raven”.
At some point, they drove their trailer up north to Humboldt county, parked it, built a house around it, and still live there.
They are perhaps the most dedicated, hard-working, truly sincere people I know. They’re also incredibly fun, cool, and creative. They’re also not even slightly judgmental about their relatives who are not hippies.
They run a theatre company called “Human Nature” which produces musicals with environmental themes. Starting to tour right now: What’s So Funny about Global Warming?
I am proud to be related to them, even though my personal hippy quotient is very close to zero.
Hey fuck that shit. I’ll stick to wielding capitalist power with lead pipe ruthlessness. I like kickin back at Starbucks with a frapachino, buying clothes from Banana Republic and Brooks Brothers that look exactly like all my friends clothes, $150 dinners with my girlfriend and $8.00 T&Ts (Tangarai & Tonics) in the club until 3:00am.
…Of course that will have to wait until I find a new job…
…until then I guess I’ll just keep watching my hair and face stubble grow while bumming around the East Village, collecting $405 a month + parental subsidy and find $2.00 happy hour specials.
Hey!! I’m turning into a hippy!
Okay, you linguistic anarchists, for once and for all the word is “hippie”–not “hippy”!
Unless you’ve got wide hips, that is.