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Yes, there is not too much difference...I as well followed my sister around in the early 70's who was a hippie...My values are alot as those times today...hasnt changed much and doesnt really fit anywhere else...I believe we can take the positive and/or the negative from anything and run with it..I simply embrace the positive as much as possible with all cultures and it appears to many in my community that I am a hippie....lol...That is alright...I have been called worse on this planet through real hostility...Hippie to me, is not a cuss word, but just a reflection of a day whenever "thinking outside of the box" was liberated..With any movement, there is positive and negative...Love is definately the key to all cultures, subcultures..and is there if sought for ~~~~

Sister Rags said:

This thread drives me crazy and I probably shouldn't even read it, haha.

I was born just prior to and grew up during the launch of the "hippie" era right where it was really happening big-time, in and around San Francisco and Berkeley. I was a child/teen, but was very frequently with my older sister (14 yrs older) who was very much a part of the "hippie" movement.

The label hippie was just a word people used to denote young (teens-20's) people who dressed more casually than the "norm", didn't style their hair to the standards of the norm, women didn't wear make-up, were politically liberal (opposed to the war in VietNam), and most likely smoked pot/used "mind expanding substances", questioned authority (i.e., questioned the old school standards of the way things SHOULD be done). Oh - and usually were barefoot or wearing sandals and were generally fairly dirty (as in, unwashed and looking unwashed).

I knew some people who belonged in the hippie subculture who were nice, some who were jerks, and everything in between. As for "peace-loving" - some did, some only said they did but didn't really (like the moms I saw, many a time, who attended peace marches and smacked the crap out of their kids when the kids annoyed them), and some were far more interested in revolution against the establishment.

The kids happy-dancing in the panhandle at Golden Gate Park in Haight-Ashbury (SF) and protesting the war in People's Park (Berk.) were hippies, but so were the young people who formed the SLA, the Black Panthers, and the Manson Family.

I cringe when anyone equates hippie-peaceful-happy-joyful...hippies were not robots, they were people, just like any people anywhere doing anything, full range of human experience, emotion, etc. And within the subculture were subgroups...people into making music, people into following certain spiritual paths, people following certain political ideals, people just hanging out because their friends were, people into the drug scene, etc., etc.

All I can say about today's followers of the hippie movement is that they almost always look like they take baths much more often than the original hippies did, I suppose because society just won't tolerate people being dirty (like, walking into a grocery store with bare, dirty feet). And that is by NO means a judgment, but is simply a statement of fact.

This thread drives me crazy and I probably shouldn't even read it, haha.

I was born just prior to and grew up during the launch of the "hippie" era right where it was really happening big-time, in and around San Francisco and Berkeley. I was a child/teen, but was very frequently with my older sister (14 yrs older) who was very much a part of the "hippie" movement.

The label hippie was just a word people used to denote young (teens-20's) people who dressed more casually than the "norm", didn't style their hair to the standards of the norm, women didn't wear make-up, were politically liberal (opposed to the war in VietNam), and most likely smoked pot/used "mind expanding substances", questioned authority (i.e., questioned the old school standards of the way things SHOULD be done). Oh - and usually were barefoot or wearing sandals and were generally fairly dirty (as in, unwashed and looking unwashed).

I knew some people who belonged in the hippie subculture who were nice, some who were jerks, and everything in between. As for "peace-loving" - some did, some only said they did but didn't really (like the moms I saw, many a time, who attended peace marches and smacked the crap out of their kids when the kids annoyed them), and some were far more interested in revolution against the establishment.

The kids happy-dancing in the panhandle at Golden Gate Park in Haight-Ashbury (SF) and protesting the war in People's Park (Berk.) were hippies, but so were the young people who formed the SLA, the Black Panthers, and the Manson Family.

I cringe when anyone equates hippie-peaceful-happy-joyful...hippies were not robots, they were people, just like any people anywhere doing anything, full range of human experience, emotion, etc. And within the subculture were subgroups...people into making music, people into following certain spiritual paths, people following certain political ideals, people just hanging out because their friends were, people into the drug scene, etc., etc.

All I can say about today's followers of the hippie movement is that they almost always look like they take baths much more often than the original hippies did, I suppose because society just won't tolerate people being dirty (like, walking into a grocery store with bare, dirty feet). And that is by NO means a judgment, but is simply a statement of fact.

Dunno if this is the right thing to say but it got me thinking.
If you own a computer your probly not a hippie. yuppie. haha

Hippie is word. I often find people just use it to stigmatize a certain type of person and it pisses me off to a certain extent, however it is often used in an affectionate way I suppose. So that's really what 'hippie' is to me. Just another word, you know like goth or emo. It's just putting people in groups and it's lame.

My boyfriend actually helped me backcomb my hair (no worries no waxed was used during the making). And because he helped create them, he feels like they are almost half his. He doesn't have them himself but I think he loves my locs more than I do. He always tells me when they are looking their best and even takes pics for me so that I can see for myself. His supportiveness especially helps when people stare at them and make me feel insecure about my babies. It's great to have someone to enjoy the journey with. <3

Ten years ago i was married and had hair almost to my butt and wanted to dread it....we had a couple of dreadie friends from Humboldt County who stayed with us during their travels and were all about helping me do it but my then husband talked me out of it...or more so told me something along the lines of not being attractive....i didn't do it then but never lost the desire. Almost two years ago I met my "soul mate" and i believe it was his dreads that made him stand out to me....even though he's not the reason I have dreads his acceptance made all the difference and i think we've become alot closer as we grow in our individual journeys

great advice! i've had my dreads for four months now, and i still find myself being impatient with them. i know from talking to other dreadies that it takes up to a year for them to finally mature, and that mine are actually looking pretty good for the time i've had them...but sometimes it's hard to be patient.

but i'm glad they don't happen right away. the journey is better. i love how everytime i wash my hair something looks different. but i've just decided to let them do their thing and not to fuss...and my dreading adventure is so much happier!

haha most of the freak out things sound like me. i started off this weekend fine, then last night i went to smoke some stogies with my friends (who were supportive in the beginning) and i just got like verbally assaulted. one of em was like dude we need to turn our lives around, stop sellin and smoking all the time, we need to get back on track. then he blind sides me with a comment about how i should take out my dreads!!! As if my hair has anything to do with the mistakes ive made!!! wtf! then another of my friends says some bullshit about how im starting to become and look more like a fuckin stoner. We are basically alll stoners but the fact that he would stereotype dreads with drugs pisses me off so much. i went home later on feelin really sick (never smoke Kamels on an empty stomache, they are really strong lol) and my mom is talkin to me, we are just having a friendly conversation, then she just blurts out, u look like a bum. wow..................... my own mom. But today is a different story =D i went to the skate park to do some skating, and i happened upon one of my friends who just got back from florida. He came up all siked and saw my hair and was like *dude!!! u started dreading! thats tight, im gonna grow some to when my hair grows out. Then some people that were there were lookin at my hair and some made comments like dreads are tight. I feel 100 percent better now then i did yesterday wooooooot =D