Apparently Husband and I are hippies. That is according to the current generation of teenagers and young people.
Teenage Son just came back from a camp. One of his leaders noticed his earring and asked him how long his ear had been pierced. He replied that he’d had it done when he was about eight. She then asked if it had been okay with Husband and me or if he’d had to be persistent in his request. He told her that we’d let him immediately. She decided that that made us cool. I’m not really sure how. I’ve just never subscribed to the bourgeois idea that there is anything wrong with piercings or outrageous hairstyles. I have to confess, though, that I’m not a huge fan of mullets. They tend to brand people which is something I don’t like.
On the camp, Teenage Son did a program in which they talked about the ethics or non-ethics of chocolate. He went on to spontaneously educate the other campers and some of the leaders about the Ethical Consumer Guide and which companies were unethical. When asked about his knowledge he told people about the Footprints Project. Not only were we then considered cool but hippies, as well.
The summer of love occurred when I was about four years old. We didn’t live in San Francisco and I don’t really remember it. My parents, however, were activists. That being the case, I was exposed to hippies and their ideology. As the hippy era waned and we grew into the 1970’s I decided I wanted to be a hippy when I grew up. Too bad for me I’d missed the boat!
I don’t consider myself a hippy; I don’t believe they exist anymore. I believe they were a group in a moment in history. However, if anyone wants to consider me one because of Footprints that’s a compliment I’m prepared to take.