Well, this isn't too big a surprise is it? No, when everyone else was smoking dope I had not yet tried it. But later.... When everyone was talking about "free love" I was a virgin. But later.... When folks were dropping acid I wasn't tempted. And never have been.
Yes, I was behind the curve and generally deemed a total square by all, but I did graduate in 1968 (and the movie The Graduate captured a lot). I protested the Vietnam War, had a bumper sticker (on the 1951 Dodge that my grandmother had once driven) reading "America: change it or lose it." I questioned the corporatism and consumerism that seemed to be eating away at the soul of the nation (and still are). I deplored the staid, unimaginative world of my parents' generation. I had an upside down flag in my dorm room proclaiming our nation in distress. (Some things either never change or, lamentably, recur). To my mother's horror I put embroidered patches on my jeans. And I questioned.
| You are a Hippie |
 You are a total hippie. While you may not wear birks or smell of incense, you have the soul of a hippie. You don't trust authority, and you do as you please. You're willing to take a stand, even when what you believe isn't popular. You like to experiment with ideas, lifestyles, and different subcultures. You always gravitate toward what's radical and subversive. Normal, mainstream culture doesn't really resonate with you. |
Don't stop questioning. Ever!--the BB
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You're Not Exactly a Hippie...
While you're not a hippie, you've got the spirit of one.
Like most hippies, you have deep beliefs and unusual interests.
You may not buy into hippie fashions, music, or heavy drug use.
But at heart, you are a free spirit and suspicious of the status quo.
Shall I post the test theme song again?
Amen brother- no surprise here, we are the same!
Grandmère, I think you're the hippest.
But I suppose that is not quite the same thing.
There was a theme song? Perhaps I was too spaced out to notice.
Paul, try to keep up. The test theme song. I posted the lyrics here last night.
Tomorrow, I get to meet Kirstin. Yay!
Ah! That one, of course.
Sorry, Mimi, it is very difficult to keep up with southern grannies who can run circles around boys like me whose folks came from the farm.
Ha, I'm a hippie too. No surprise.
[waves hi to Mimi]
You Hippy!
Reminded me of a song from long ago by the Bobs:
First I was a hippie
Then I was a stockbroker
Now I am a hippie again
In the Summer of Love, I was mellow and high
I had my bus and my dog
and everything I needed to get by
But the years rolled on and I settled down
I parked my bus and took a car pool into town
A stockbroker in a three piece suit
I gave up sellin' hash and started doin' toot
I had more money than I'd ever dreamed of
I forgot all about the Summer of Love
First I was a hippie
Then I was a stockbroker
Now I am a hippie again
The years went by faster and faster
Down on Wall Street they called me the master
I soon had more money than Lady Astor
I couldn't see an impending disaster
But I wasn't happy
I broke out in a rash
I just couldn't handle the stress...
And then came the crash
First I was a hippie
Then I was a stockbroker
Now I am a hippie again
I'm free -- I lost all I had and that's OK with me
I'm free -- I think I'll check the oil in my van
I'm free -- I've got tickets for all five nights
of the Grateful Dead
I'm free -- Hey, see my new macramé briefcase
I'm free -- etc...
LOL. Well, Miguelito, I have a suit or two in the closet but they don't fit me, so I never wear them. Happiest in jeans (or shorts in the summer), hate wearing shoes, prefer a backpack to a briefcase. But that you know songs like this proves you're the real hippie in our crowd, having run off to paradise with your guitar and the lovely Mona. Invidia.
Mickey, I know that song--but all I remember is the chorus! Thanks for the earworm, LOL.
Funny - I got the same result. I was born in 1968 and I think it had a huge effect on how I see the world. My mother (pregnant with me) fainted from horror while watching the protesters being beaten during the Democratic convention; that's gotta do something to you, even in utero. ;)
We welcome youngsters to the DFH movement.
Pollyanna--you're two years older than I am. My parents were as far from hippiehood as the East is from the West--but the first memory I have of TV is of walking in on the news (I couldn't have been older than 4), and seeing the Vietnam War on television. I had the mother of all freakouts--screaming that I hated war, crying, couldn't stop. They knew then, they had a hippie on their hands.
Paul: I should know DFH, but can't place it now.
I wuz a Hippie of a whole nother order; I went back to finish a BA in the Ozarks: back to the land, peace, and groovin'. Yes, I inhaled, as frequently as possible, for quite some time.
I've seen no particular reason to change much of that, despite the circumstances in which it began: the beloved community of the first part of the Sixties; black and white together struggling for justice, and Vietnam.
Dang! I took that test and it said I was a Hippy, too. BUT I'M NOT A HIPPY! I'M AN EFFIN' PUNK! I'M AN EFFIN' PUNK!!
Okay, I was a Hippy for a while, and THEN I became a punk. And now I am a Christian again.
OK, Dude; the evidence
You are a Hippie
You are a total hippie. While you may not wear birks or smell of incense, you have the soul of a hippie.
You don't trust authority, and you do as you please. You're willing to take a stand, even when what you believe isn't popular.
You like to experiment with ideas, lifestyles, and different subcultures.
You always gravitate toward what's radical and subversive. Normal, mainstream culture doesn't really resonate with you.
Do I get bonus points for "seeking spiritual enlightenment" as I type? Why or why not? Heh.
I'm a hippie too, even with frequent haircuts! LOL
Kirstin, DFH is a term common to progressive political blogs where the unwashed lefties are considered, by the Beltway pundits, to be, well, unwashed, or "dirty fucking hippies."
The right considers the 60s to be the downfall of all that was good, much as the left considers Reeagan and his successors to be the downfall of all that was good. I believe Turdblossom, as W calls him, has a visceral reaction to the 60s. I, on the other hand, have a visceral reaction to him.
Ah. Wasn't sure if it was "dirty fucking" or "damn fine," in the context of this blog anyway.
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