Confession time: Husband is not only a fan of The Hills, a level 70 on The Craft and a non reader of the blog, he's also a Hippie. Card carrying as a matter of fact (well Hippies, they don't make cards as cards would just be a waste of the earth's precious resources and what not).
The man grew up in a Hippie commune. My mother in law is a Hippie mother in law, the woman wears funky oils and has loooooong hair and doesn't believe in television (actually doesn't know what The Hills is, not just pretending she doesn't to see cool). She only eats organic food... makes her own clothing... drives her own old beat up Honda... lived in a bus for a while.
The Hippie-d it out for a while.
Which explains Husband's affinity for wearing socks and sandals, it's a Hippie thang.
Don't know why he picked me (old girl with the affinity for wearing cheap clothes from Target) but he did.
So I have a special place in my heart for the Hippies (despite all better judgement).
Today's random topic at work seems to be "Hippies, Friend or Foe."
Marcus says: Friend, basically. My wife was raised in a commune for a while also. I like her, hate the rest of em.
Raquel says: I don't know if I've ever known a real one. (They are like leprechauns, everyone keep your eye out!)
KiKi: They can be fun, I guess. Why are we talking about Hippies?
Lawyer: Damn Hippies.
I say: I think they just want to be American Indians, but Indians said they didn't want them so they all became Buddhists. Freaking Buddhists with their accepting nature and open arms religion.
Husband is a Buddhist also... we love him.
*One must take a look at their own definition of "Hippie" before one can appropriately join such conversation. We're not talking about "real" hippies, we're talking about people with money who decide to live together and dance around the earth, nekkid, although one could argue rich hippies are hippies too...*
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