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Born in the final hours of the Summer of Love.

My siblings, all a generation older than I, ranged from volunteering for Vietnam to out in the streets protesting it ... with their homemade, embroidered clothes and flowers in their hair (still have one sister's homemade leather fringe-bead vest).

Mother marched with Dr. King and drove draft dodgers to Canada.

Both parents truly wished they were more 'hippie' than they were. In the late 70's, they seriously looked into building a geodesic dome home big enough to house a several family commune. (Unfortunately, it never happened).

As for myself, my Sirius satellite radio is almost always on Classic Vinyl or Classic Rewind.

I eat organic when I can. Can't stand clothing that isn't natural materials and a size too big.

Would go everywhere naked if it were socially acceptable. Clothes are such a nuisance.

"War is not healthy for children and other living things."

"If you can't be with the one you love ... love the one you're with!"

Currently live in an RV, among many other reasons to simplify my life, scale down my carbon footprint (though I feel like such a naughty hippie when I have to drive it somewhere at 5mpg), and have the freedom to not be tied down by the corporate rat race.

Drift from job to job (Ok, that's largely an aspie thing; I find I do best in contract/seasonal jobs).

When I'm not driving the RV from state-to-state, job-to-job, my regular 'car' is a motorcycle.

Haven't owned an actual car for over 10 years. Motorcycle, bicycle, or foot.

If I can help it, will never wear a suit or work in a cubicle again. Although I do wear a park uniform in the summer. Does that make me "The Man?"

Hug trees and worship dirt with the best of them.

Naked in the forest with strangers? I'm game. Any of them decent-looking single males 30-50 with similar tastes as the above?


Not sure if all that makes me a hippy, but it sure seems to scare away the normal people.


- Jo

I'm from a Hindu family and used to be vegetarian. I still don't eat much meat. I even thought of going vegan for a little bit.
Aspies (even though I'm not one as of now) have a penchant for being unconventional. I like weird . I could be described as laid back. even though i eat meat I'm still a bit animal rights concerned , probably more than the general population. Oh, I'm 2nd gen Indian American.
lol I don't like the stereotypical hippy way of talking. I was in a vegetarian restaurant in berwyn/college park md and the owner said something in a soft voice like welcome brother or something. think of the teacher on beavis and butthead.

I own and have read part of "A people's history of the United States" by Howard Zinn.
I have listened to KPFK 90.7 here in LA often.
Oh and I'm not a chick.
not like a hippie but these are some hippie ish things about me.

No, I'm not a hippie chick* (at least not the last time I checked), but have a bit of a hankering to live that sort of life. Been looking at buying some land or a share in a community sometime in the next few years. I have seen a few places in northern NSW that are relatively affordable, and usually part of communes. It makes me sad that I sort of lost that vision a bit in my twenties, especially when I think I could have bought a place down there and paid most of it off by now.

john


*If there are any hippie chicks round my age, feel free to say hi

What about hippy guys? Although a child of the 60's, I was too young to participate as a real hippy, but even as a child was very aware of and fascinated by the scene. I remember the feeling that for sure the world was changing and the future would be much more peaceful and gentle than the nightmares of the past. Such a shame that that 'feeling' of real change that was around in 1968 - 1970 never lasted. I don't think there's been anything like it since. Sigh....

I remember we were on holiday near the Isle of Wight festival when it was on. This was 1970 so I was 9 and I recall my father picking up several hippies hitch hiking on their way to the festival. At this age my favourite music was the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Doors, Joni Mitchell etc . The hippies were well impressed as my musical taste matched theirs! In my imagination I fantasised about running away to the festival with these ultra-cool long-haired hippy guys and their stunningly pretty girlfriends!

Although too young at that time, when eventually 'grown up', myself and several friends did our utmost to recreate the hippy era in the 1980's! We went to many free festivals including the last real Stonehenge festival in 1984 and Glastonbury when it was a proper festival not a celebration of Mammon, lived on a commune in the middle of nowhere, did casual work instead of selling out to "the man", read Leary, Ginsberg etc.

I had a low score on the 'Are you a hippy" on line quiz. However that's because for some , being 'hippy' is a fashion statement. For me it's an ideal and I would still score high on the hippy ideals, but being fashion blind, the clothing and image aspects mean nothing to me. Isn't that part of what a real hippy is about? Seeing through materialism and being sensitive to the deeper truth.

Although my appearance is now of a stereotypical boring, balding, chubby middle-aged man, I'm just waiting for that song to start up again and call me away from this life of tedium, away to the forests. Looking for naked hippy chicks

Aum Mani Padhmi Aum

Yup me is a total hippie chick AND proud of it!! Only a nipper for the early sixties and wished I had been a few years older to enjoy it! Still got enough of a flavour for it to stick though!

Still wearing flowers in my hair and behaving like a reckless teenager!!

POWER TO THE HIPPIES!! KOOL, Peace.........................

hey neighbour - i live where you would like to live and i know quite a few people on MO's around Nimbin etc. get out of the rat race...not good for us aspies......

I used to really idealize the whole hippie back to the land thing when I was younger. In my 20s I went to witchcamp in BC, attended a Native sacred circle and sweatlodge in Calgary, then met up with some hard core hippies in Ottawa and hung out for a while. It turns out I don't fit into hard core hippie culture, but I do like living somewhere they congregate, because the shopping is better. Natural fabrics, real futons, organic foods, cool bookstores, etc. I still like that part.

People tend to assume I'm hippie/vegetarian from the way I dress, and from the hair and lack of makeup - very natural. But actually I'm a carnivore when I can afford it, for health reasons. (Grass fed, of course. No animal abuse for me. At least when I can afford it, which unfortunately isn't right now.)

The people I hung out with in Ottawa: this one couple had met at The Farm in Tennessee, and their eldest daughter had been born there. They'd then moved to a branch Farm west of Ottawa, and did development work in Africa. Very idealistic. Then when the communes broke up, the mom shifted over to Kundalini Yoga, which absorbed a lot of hippies looking for a home. I tried it but it didn't suit me. I tend to prefer lifting weights and other heavy exercise. (Goes with being a carnivore, I guess.)

I also met someone who is third generation hippie - her grandparents had been back to the land types in the 1930s. Then her mother was a '60s hippie, then she was in the same things I was in the '90s. (Feminist neopaganism, mostly.)

I think what put me off was the lack of realism and that ideals didn't evolve over time - some of the people I met were still stuck in the '60s, and they were hung up on their idealism to the point where if it was affecting their health they'd still stick to it anyways. I had to choose between being ok and being one of them, and I didn't like being put in that position. But as I said they were hard core. But still very nice, even when I dropped out.

Also, even when I hung out with them, I was always the freak with the science background. I've always been too creative for science, but I was too sciency for hippie-dom, too.

Overall, I'd say I learned a lot being around them, but I think I grew more when I was doing the feminist neopagan thing than when I was with the hard-core hippies.

Perhaps if there were a category for aggressive meat eating hippies?

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PS I am not comfortable with the naked in the woods thing. I actually find it a bit creepy. But that's me.

I should qualify; when I say I live in an RV I'm not talking about one of these aircraft carriers/3-bedroom house on 18 wheels.

It's a fixer-upper, 1975 (and thus in dire need of a disco ball), 20' GMC class C van cab. In other words, just this side of a VW van.

I bought it for $1500 from an Apache friend, so of course I consider it to be an Indian Ruin (which he loves).

The current vision for it as money trickles in: Outdoor shower hookup, solar power, wood-burning stove, cab-over converted into the Steve Irwin Memorial Reptile Habitat And Arboretum (for the pet rescue-snakes).

Wonder if the 8-track player in it still works...

- Jo

I've got some old Clearwater tapes if you need em.

Oh believe me millie, I am dreaming of the day when I can remove myself from city living on a permanent basis and get a place in the bush, until then though, as Alan Ginsberg said, "Yes Tim, but somebody has to make the T-shirts."

john

Oh, so here´s the "hippie chick" thread....

Yes, count me in! I grew up in the 60´s, and that era just seems calming to me somehow- (even though a lot was happening I guess, it wasn´t exactly calm). I just liked the whole love and peace thing; there seemed to be an idealism in that time period that I found appealing. (I also liked the clothes and music). When I left home in the 80s, I had a total shock; not only a shock from leaving home and being on my own in the adult world of sharks, but I also had the feeling the world changed somehow onernight, without my realizing it! Suddenly, people seemed totally conservative and much different than before. This total change from one extreme to the other really threw me, I thought the world had gone crazy, literally. I couldn´t understand, at the time, how people could just renounce the ideals of my childhood, just because everyone else was doing it and it was "fashionable". I was kind of a lost, loner hippie during the 80s...everyone was telling me I should cut my long, straight hair and get one of those (awful, ugh!) 80s haircuts. People teased me, and called me a "flower child" (which I took as a compliment). Nowadays, I guess I have a feeling of nostalgia for that time period. I still really like musicals like "Hair" and "Jesus Christ Superstar".

Oh: don´t think I´ve been naked in any forests- (not that it´s a bad idea). I have gone skinnydipping, though.

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I liked some of the hippie stuff: Down with racism, capitalism, up with love, beads, hitchhiking, being high (on life, not drugs), peace and living in a commune.

I did all this until the end of 1974, until my oldest daughter was a year old. I just turned 20, and I needed to get a life. I was tired of unemployment, eating roots, wearing threadbare clothes and no privacy. My baby was passed around to other people like a pot joint.

I needed to get a life and education, so I left the Saskatchewan farm where I lived for two years and went back east to Toronto, where I began again. I like my privacy, a real home, regular income, warmer clothes and my second family.

Hippie values are plausible but they do not pay the bills. I suppose i have become more establishment.

Sounds AWESOME!

I didn't ask for hippie hens or hippie roosters, but hippie chicks, which can be male or female. (I used to raise chickens, and all chicks look alike until they grow and start strutting and crowing and um, bothering, the hens....)

Hippies: Amish-like people who smile more often, wear more colorful clothing, and aren't as concerned with materialism or fixed religious principles.

Wow. If you're not kidding, maybe we can do a trade (or what we used to call an "energy exchange"). I published a book in 2007. How about I send you a copy of my book and you send me a painting? That would be so groovy!

Morgana: I can totally relate about waking up to the '80s and wondering where all the flowers had gone.

In fact, there was quite a difference in consciousness between myself (born 1958) and my brother (born 1961). Whenever we'd go on family outings to beautiful places, I'd say "Wow, look at that incredible mountain!" and my brother would say, "Yeah, I wonder how much it's worth and how many houses I could build on it?"