<p>Excuse me, I was a hippie and I’m now with the same hubby for 33 years Married for 20, living together before that.</p>
<p>Congratulations, bethievt! You’re restoring my faith in the movement. :)</p>
<p>Do you all realize that younger folks reading will have no clue what we mean? We are dating ourselves by this conversation.</p>
<p>sac</p>
<p>Saw Janis too and Van Morrison as her opening act. She lost her voice, but it was transplendent. Bell bottoms and Alan Ginsberg with his finger cymbals in NYC, boycotted grapes and lettuce. OK, I did drop out, but I got lots of degrees later.</p>
<p>Another hippie who bathes every day, and did, always shaved legs, and has a PhD, as bethie does. Hippies of the world unite. And sac, you may not have called yourself a hippie, but I knew a hippie when I saw one. Greetings, sister. And my first H had the Zapata mustache too!</p>
<p>Om, shanti, shanti, om.</p>
<p>And my SDS friends eschewed hippies, so I was being very rebellious being in SDS and being a hippie.</p>
<p>One boyfriend of the time penned a wonderful narrative, I Was a Teen-aged Communist. (He wasn’t.) His greatest sneer was, “You hippie.” Now he runs a state Green Party. His sneer was sorta like, “You liberal.” But I was a hippie; saw Janis too; went to Filmore East and Cafe a Go Go, saw Dylan young. </p>
<p>Wore fabulous Indian dresses to class and had gold sandals. Bell-bottoms? You betcha, especially navy issue wool button ones. Looked better on roommate; she is 5’6", whereas, alas, I am only 5’2" on my best day, and probably not anymore.</p>
<p>Saw, you’re not going to believe this, the Doors as the opening act for Simon and Garfunkel in 1966.</p>
<p>It does seem like alot of the popular styles for our Ds today look like clothes we wore in the 60’s. H attended Cal then-hair down his back.He lucked out and did not get drafted after graduation-had an ulcer-YAHOO! Funny-now we go to the football games…and you can tell who came from the 60’s—they all wear the tie-died Ted shirts!
We were a part of the magnificient changes in our world-free love-equality-giving a helping hand to the poor-‘peacenicks’—I think we still attend the peace rallies, become lightworkers, activists in our communities, be more involved with our children-both men and women–all good! imho…APOL-a mom</p>
<p>Well, I had the jeans and long hair- still do.
Was terrified of mind altering substances- still am.
I guess I was more of a lorax than a hippie.
Still like folk music, still support the environment, still hoping for world peace.
I don’t wear flowers in my hair unless it’s a special occasion.</p>
<p>My roomates and I once had a contest to see who could stand to go longest without shaving her legs…</p>
<p>ok, I admit to being a bit hippie-ish, and I’m certainly happy to accept the greeting “sister.” What makes me sad is that I remember how angry I was at the previous generation for getting us into a useless war and how sure we were that we would never pass that kind of world down to our children…</p>
<p>I just watched a review of the military-political aspects of the American aspect of the Viet Nam war on one of the history channels. </p>
<p>That war was apparently too intertwined with the Cold War for us to use our brains. Really a tragic waste of life and resources. The distance allowed by time clarifies things a bit. I suggest it would have been better for France to simply have left and for us to have stayed home. Too bad the reality was much more complex.</p>
<p>Um. We were silly, then. Remember that WWI was “The War to End All Wars.” I am a member of a group, PeaceWorks, at the college I teach at. As part of a consortium of profs from local colleges we spoke to all Congressional Reps right before invasion of Iraq begging them to desist. Of course, sigh, it did no good. But still fighting for peace. I think I was “elected” to go because I’m a hippie. A feel like I’m exiled from the sixties. You can take the girl out of the sixties, but you can’t take the sixties out of the girl.</p>
<p>DD decorated her room in shopping bags from many, many stories. Most are beautiful.</p>
<p>She put up a poster of John and Yoko and the word, “Bagism” appears many times. All she is saying is to give peace a chance. Right now, she is taking courses in War Studies in London and co-majors in Human Rights at Barnard/Columbia. (The major is at Columbia.) So we did pass something onto to them: the will care about the things we cared about.</p>
<p>Even losing battles are worth fighting because I would rather go down fighting than just give up, and saving even one life is worthwhile.</p>
<p>And call me crazy, but I think we did accomplish something. For one thing, the rhetoric of war is now very transparent to a lot of people, even my community college students. Hey, it’s a start.</p>
<p>MythMom: I’m not at all surprised you were (are) a hippie, nor am I disappointed.</p>
<p>I, alas, was not. Too conservative, too timid. But I did have the most awesome pair of bell bottoms. Best jeans I ever had.</p>
<p>I remember in around 1972 dating a guy who thought it was wonderful to visit his friend in his farmhouse in upstate New York and swim naked with 10 or 12 other people. We all slept on the floor in the barn, with various sex acts taking place around us. And oh yes – there was an outhouse. No indoor toilet. </p>
<p>Oy.</p>
<p>“…swim naked with 10 or 12 other people. We all slept on the floor in the barn, with various sex acts taking place around us.”</p>
<p>Wow, Very Happy, you did that, and you think you were TIMID? I’m dying to know, what would you have considered daring? (I guess that makes me a super-prude.)</p>
<p>Ah, VeryHappy, you remind me of old times. As Yeats says, “The young in one another’s arms.”</p>
<p>Poem begins:</p>
<p>This is no country for old men,
The young in one another’s arms.</p>
<p>I haven’t seen the Yeats’ poem referenced with the movie.</p>
<p>The funniest reference to hippie was when one of my students, in awed recognition, said Dr. mythmom, I think you are a hippie.</p>
<p>I answered, Dear student, of course I am.</p>
<p>Oy, parent2holes. I think bra burning was a very isolated phenomenon and more fun for the media than anyone else. And everyone knows that hippies need support. </p>
<p>You raise an interesting point though. Oh there was a moment, somewhere around 1972, when hippieness, anti-war sentiments and feminism all collided any many people had to choose movements and had to choose sides. Not pretty. Day care rally scheduled the same day as get out of Cambodia rally. Couldn’t be at both.</p>
<p>But the women’s movement was largely born from us gals being asked to mimeo things for the anti-war movement and not allowed to lead meetings or rallies.</p>
<p>Lots of divisions. But isn’t the left always this way? Shooting itself in the foot?</p>
<p>Not a hippie, but also a beach bum in the late 60’s/early 70’s. High school in Hawaii (same one as Barack only I’m much OLDER). Embraced surfer culture, expanded my vocabulary to include words like *****in’, righteous, far out and stoked.</p>
<p>The censor bleeped “byitchin’”. What’s this world comin’ to?</p>
<p>Well, dude, that’s all you need.</p>
<p>Division and difference is the stuff of life. It keeps things interesting. </p>
<p>I married a feminist, by the way. On occasion, whilst I’m trying not to burn supper, she’ll remind me of that fact. I love her anyway.</p>
<p>I’m WAY too young to be posting here. </p>
<p>But, my parents were. My dad gave Abbie Hoffman a ride once. He still tells me about it. He’s pushed Steal This Book on me. Multiple times. I admit, it IS pretty good though.</p>
<h1>54. “Shooting itself in the foot?”</h1>
<p>The Left shooting itself in the foot. and now The Right shooting itself in the [Right] foot. Can the Left and Right now dance together?</p>