Posted on 09/26/2015 6:14:45 AM PDT by dontreadthis
he hippie movement, if indeed it can be called a movement, confronts the curious observer as a strange paradox. On the One hand, it is generally held to be part of the New Left, itself a vague conglomerate of youthful and not so youthful malcontents, pronouncing the most frightful imprecations upon our society and culture, and threatening the most ferocious assaults upon things as they are. On the other hand, these hippies appear to be so harmless, so peaceful, so utterly absorbed in love and bongo. Where do they fit into the picture of the New Left? Who are the hippies, what are they? Most emphatically, they are not to be identified with the old-line beatniks, with whom they may have some tenuous historical connection. They do not have the truculence, the menacing air, the ideological ferocity of the old-line beatnik; they do not congregate in foul dens in the slums. They are the “gentle people,” sun worshipers, love-mystics. No, they are not beatniks; but what are they?
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I have a picture of my wife from before we met when she was in college. Her hair was dark brown, straight, & parted in the middle. When we met, her hair was shoulder length but in that pic it was what I like to call bosom length; she could have gone topless & still been covered like in Mutiny on the Bounty.
God called her home in 2001. I miss her so.
I always thought the hippie thing reached its crescendo in 1968. I think the hippie funeral came after the free Altamont Pass Rolling Stones concert in the SF Bay Area where someone was killed and a lot of people had had enough. At that point you had either turned right (accepting Jesus Christ like I did) or kept going Left as we see today.
God bless you, I know it must be hard. My DH is dealing with the Big C now, and even now I can’t fathom life without him, I just can’t. I know your wife must have been beautiful, and how it must hurt to not have her right there in your daily life, even though you’ll be together again in God’s good time. My sympathy and prayers for you, FRiend.
I’m not aware of having ever met a sodomite in real life, not ever, .......Lady, I am positive you have, just not overtly.
My experience was the easier ones were usually the dumpier ones. I may have missed some hotties - but then I missed the STD’s also.
The hippies were mostly just that generation’s model of teenagers. It was older people who politicized them and labeled them. They knew no more about politics than kids know now, maybe a bit less.
Well, the hippies called themselves hippies and their anthems were sung by people like Bob Dylan. They saw themselves as a movement and it definitely involved politics. That’s different from other generations like the teenagers of the 50’s who were full of life and spirit and also has a lot of fun, but it was generally much cleaner. The 50’s teenagers didn’t care much about politics or movements.
The Beatnik thing began in the 50’s but that was underground and I think a lot of older people and some fairly perverse people.
Bob Dylan? The only politics in Bob Dylan (aside from the civil rights movement) was the politics of obscurity. He knew how to craft a line that you could interpret pretty much any way you wanted to interpret it.
The political labels came from older people and a lot of it had to do with the Vietnam War. The kids were so "political" that we were able to draft millions of them and have hundreds of thousands of them fighting in a faraway jungle all at once. If you think they were political, just try doing that today. ;-)
The Altamont concert was on December 6, 1969.
Apparently the idea for a "hippie funeral" was originally conceived a commentary on media coverage, but it did mark the beginning of the decline.
Well, the hippie thing was just building steam in 1967. Can’t see why they’d have “funeral” then.
Seems like the Altamont Concert in 1969 was its last hurrah in a way.
dear mrsmel,
re: apology ... accepted, noted, and sharing that a lot of Hollywood TV shows like (oh my) Law and Order have an oldie but goodie protesting in the good ol’ days first ADA then DA jack mccoy having deja vu moments with the new crowds of thugs.
I am the son of a SoCal Indian riding, nose snorting (ahem), U.S.C. grad. Mojave kid who grew up penniless, and a Connecticut waitressing eldest sibling of four, who saw mom get run over crossing the street to the gas station for a Coke bottle, while still in and dropping out of high school, who um, had to get married ‘cause of soon-to-be me.
dear mrsmel,
Now that you knowa bit about me ... here is a bit about ‘the one that got me to stop wandering about’.
Local of a 50 mile circle all of her life, unlike me, who has seen all the waters on all the borders. Has had a very sheltered life, again, unlike me, (in the ‘80’s, when folks were ‘making tapes’, i hope mine got forever lost). Until i came along, her cuisine was straight old Americana - no oriental or european fare, but still no pasta (darn). (never had an antipasto platter before!) but then, never had i crawfish before, thinking they were stunted lobsters. She was a school secretary for many years, but due to poor building maintenance actions, she has been infected with toxic mold. Yeah, THAT mold. We met in 2001, and after Hurricane Katrina in 2005, my job reassigned me to the town across the river from her town.
We are still ‘a pair’. Her answer to THE question was ,’NO, it would mess up your benefits, and mine.’ So, we are still a pair!
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