Not a Hippie
OK, yeah, maybe I like the smell of patchouli candles, and maybe I'd burn more incense if it didn't give me such a terrible headache. Maybe I occasionally wear peasant skirts, and maybe I get all warm and fuzzy when I see that Florida's Natural is finally promoting the fact that it's one of few national brands that doesn't get its oranges from South America (not that I have a problem with South America — it's just that the current method for harvesting crops there comes at a huge expense to our environment).
But I've never smoked anything, and I don't own a single Grateful Dead album.
[Though I like them OK.]
So, um... take that, people at work.
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10 comments:
If you shave your pits and your legs AND you eat meat, I can assure you are not a Hippy. Stoner or not.
Stacy - I don't bother shaving those things (or even showering, for that matter) when I'm camping, but otherwise going a day or two without makes me feel all... gross. I eat poultry 2-3 times a week, but I always feel guilty about it.
It's okay to be a hippie - even just a little bit....I get called "granola", same thing....
Thanks for sharing this :]
Yougogirl! Now...um, what social category WOULD you place yourself into?
you need to invest in some overalls and flannels. really throw them a curve.
The New Yorker once did a piece about the use of slave Hispanic labor in Florida's orange groves. Don't feel so superior.
I like the smell of patchouli too, except when it's being used to mask the B.O. of a Hippy.
I'm neutral on Dead music, but the concerts are a full circus.
Frankily Yours
Franki- I agree about the smell masking agent.
DS-she said HIPPIE, not hillbilly.
My orange juice purchases have been 100% Florida's Natural ever since I read that post of yours, and I did notice last time I bought it that they actually advertised your point.
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