I was born in 1961.
I used to be called “hippie” starting in about sixth grade. I had long hair and It didn’t help that I wore a fake gold peace sign around my neck and wore a headband. Older kids got mad at me for having long hair.
I used to occasionally hear, “Get a haircut, hippie.”
In 1969, the height of the hippie era, I was 9 years old and there was nothing I wanted more than to be a hippie. But, by the time I turned 18, in 1978, and was old enough to join the revolution, the war was over and the hippie revolution was long gone.
My mom was a hippie. She was also useless. Those two traits seem confluent.
I was born in 1964
I wasn’t considered a “hippie”
But for long periods of time I sported long hair and a beard.
Never mind the bollocks,here’s Sex Pistols!
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