I don't really think of myself as a hippie. For one, I hold down a day job, I bathe, I don't listen to the god damn GD or any of that jam band shit. This guy I work with called me an 'urban hippie' with my liberal views, my like for home-made gifts, and my general tree-huggerness.
A few weeks ago at my family's labor day cookout, I announced my household's disdain for THE Ohio State University's football team. I declared that not only do we not watch the games, but that we are Buckeye atheists. We do not believe in the Buckeye's; we do not care whether they win or lose. Living in the city where the school is located, these statements are absolute blasphemy and could get you shot on nearly any corner.
Most recently, I happened to find myself at my dad's house, right at game time. I had stopped by to harvest these. My brother can't accept that I am not a fan, and finds it even harder to believe that my soon-to-be-husband is not a fan either. Not fully comprehending why we don't care about his team, he proceeded to call us 'ginger ale drinking hippies'. I find that statement hilarious, and so, I have decided that that is what I am. And that makes me goddamn proud.
