Disclaimer: this is an opinion blog so I’m entitled to my personal opinion; any ‘hippies’ who get offended, please don’t come after me and call me a corporate monster. it hurts my feelingz.
Let me take you back in time, faithful readers, to the time of the hippies: the 60s.
Those non-hippies among you who are less educated on the subject are probably groaning and going ‘damn hippies! always huggin my trees and judgin me and my corporate life with their smelly hair and pretentious vegetarianism! I KILL U HIPPY!’
But if that’s the case your perception of hippies has been warped with time by culture and the reign of hippy posers, as is the case with most of us. Yep, most of the ‘hippies’ I meet today are annoying douchebags, there I said it.
So going back to the 60s… the hippy movement was that of a revolution. Wars and guns and talks of nucelear weapons were just emerging – and the hippies originally were, in a nutshell, people who did not want the killings and violence, and sought to fix problems, via civilized discussions that focused on love and respect. A passive resistance to opponents and a passive but firm preaching of peace in order to resolve issues.
Mohandas Gandhi was a hippy, if you ask me, though he knew how to do it way before the 60s happened.
Of course Gandhi was bald and he didn’t smoke pot.
The recreational drugs popularized by hippies were used because feelings of peace and love/respect towards others comes naturally when you’re high – muscles and the mind relax. Duh. I’m neither gonna condone or condemn it but that’s a fact. The long hair and funny clothes came with the human cultural need to differentiate a hippy from somebody who didn’t hold the same hippy ideals.
So basically, hippies, in origin, stood for something. Protests were made against violence, love and peace was preached in lectures by intelligent thinkers, and art (poetry and music) was used to preach the same values. They were on a serious mission, to change the world, hence the revolution theme of the 60s.
Let’s come back to today. There are some amazing hippies out there, visionaries of peace and innovation – except they don’t always have the ‘hippy look’ going so they’re called peace activists or whatever as opposed to ‘hippies.’ The average ‘hippy’ however who prefers being recognized as one – has long hair, a few piercings, wears natural indigenous cloths (however expensive and commercial, albeit), maybe a tattoo, reads poetry, studies art, smokes pot, says they hate war – everything fits right? Except not always. I know people who live, eat and breathe hippy culture – the superficial bits, the clothes and the words you say out loud – but when you have a chat with them, all I hear is a lot of whining.
“Oh yeaaah dude, these politicians are fucking idiots, our government is a total cesspool, urgh the system, it’s disgusting.. why can’t everyone just chill and smoke up bro? There’s your solution. Like, dude.”
Get your head out of your ass, man.
You know what real hippies do when there’s something wrong with the world? They get up and try to change it. The idea of war and unrest among people bothers them so much, being the strong believers in peace and love that they are, that they actually make an effort to do something about it. Whether it’s relevant art or protests or using the media to voice out your resistance or just talking to people about how important it is to resolve whatever it is they’re fighting about – the peace and love thing is a way of life, not a trend like bellbottoms.
“Peace, man.. like totally, like love and stuff.. that’s what it’s all about, man.. anyway, my dad’s always trying to make me go to church, what a fucking tool. Organized religion should die.. christians are like whatever, man.”
Asshat: n. when one’s head is so far up one’s ass, that one wears it as a hat.
Hippies may have a general lack of rules when it comes to living life – but as intelligent people who want peace and love, showing disrespect towards and insulting other people’s lifestyles, however different from their own lifestyle, is an obvious contradiction. In hippieland, see, everyone is equal – everyone is different, but everyone deserves love, for the sake of forming bridges between the different types of people.
I’ve met plenty of modern day ‘hippies,’ though, who I gotta say, are bitter and hateful. Sure, there’s use of the words ‘peace’ and ‘love’ but when it comes to showing it, they fail. There’s a pretentious demeanor in the way they express their beliefs that says ‘I’m right, you’re wrong’, an antithesis to the hippy law that anyone who doesn’t stand for hate or war deserves brotherly respect.
Being an advocate of peace and love, which is what hippies are, isn’t about picking some ‘supreme theory’ of an ideal world and rejecting all else, it requires education and understanding; it’s not about scorning people who don’t share your beliefs or people who eat chicken and don’t give a crap about going green; it’s not about sitting on your ass all week and just getting high; it’s not about just idle chit chat based on your distaste for the corporate system and the tool mindedness of society; it’s not about clothes and image.
It’s about composing something positive that you’re passionate about, maybe singing it to people hoping it’ll change the way they look at things; gathering a few friends and figuring out how to create change; putting your thoughts out there about peace and love and how it can actually be applicable in society.. not only just going ‘like peace duuude, pass me that joint.’
So if you’re going to say you’re up for peace and love, man, show it.
Leave the pretending to the hip hop posers at MC.
hippies in the 60s: taking to the streets, resisting violence, making a statement.
hippies today: making me lol.
another random douchebag who makes me lol.