The Token Hippie Friend

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I should start by confessing that I am not actually a hippie.  While I am all for peace love and understanding I wear Dolce and Gabana sunglasses, shop at Target and have never ridden my bike to work.

I was surprised to hear myself introduced as the “token hippie friend.”  Sure, I was a strict organic vegan, kept my given family name, and our baby sleeps in bed with us, but come on, I stopped wearing flannel shirts in college and bathe almost every day.  My husband is a prep, I shop at Pottery Barn Kids, Janie and Jack and The Gap.  How much more mainstream can you get?  All right, all right, I know the answer to that.

The realization that I had a specific role in this group came when a girlfriend said “Well Jen, as I told my friend you’re our token Hippie friend.” I am confident enough to recognize that I contribute more to our friendship than what constitutes the label of token anything but it forced some self- reflection.

Ok, so I have a tendency toward disagreeing with the establishment, have let it slip after a couple of glasses of wine that deep down I am a conspiracy theorist and I have met my shaman.   I buy mostly organic, believe that the meat and dairy industries have insulted our intelligence by forcing their products on us, and know that we have abused our environment so much that we have to supplement with vitamin D because we are fearful of exposing our skin to the sun.

But here is my struggle:  where does it end?  I have been a strict vegetarian for over 20 years.  I have never been a milk drinker and adopted a strict vegan diet over a year ago.  After my son was born I started buying only organic products.  The only knowing exception that I made was clothing.  My days became filled with almost obsessively seeking out and preparing items that would not “poison” my son.

It was a full time commitment- and I’m not kidding.   Life became such a chore.  Waking up in the morning left me feeling overwhelmed with the choices I would need to make for my family that day.   My husband is supportive of these choices though he is a meat eating, Walmart shopping, Advil-popping American.  He loves the grill and anything that can be put on it, swigs water from his 12 oz Poland Springs bottle after a run and  would have fed our son babyfood consisting of jarred meat.  So, this all-vegan, all-organic lifestyle is all-my responsibility.

I have no answers but I have lots and lots of opinions- mostly self taught and naïve.   And you lucky reader can bare witness to them all.  Welcome to my blog.

6 Replies to “The Token Hippie Friend”

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  2. This is great! I’ve had friends and family call me a hippie as well. Although I’m not really a hippie I do follow a strict vegan diet, attempt (unsuccessfully) over and over again to grow my own food, make my own bread, maintain a compost pile (and sometims it gets a bit stinky) shun the use of plastic because of the harm it does for the earth. Recycle or compost or find a new use for damn near everything that comes into my house. We do the cloth diaper/ cloth wipe thing and the cloth menstral pad thing (… yes a blood filled pan sits on my dresser once a month) I won’t take pills of any sort and I don’t believe in supplementing with vitamins. I make my own cleaning supplies and we don’t vaccinate the children. We homeschool/ unschool our children. I prefer to buy clother second hand and fanticize about making my own clothing even though every time I attempt it it goes sooooo badly that I swear ill never do it again… and then I do. Does that make me a hippie??? Maybe but I don’t think so. I shop at walmart and drive a gas guzzeling van. I don’t ride my bike to work either (tho I have before) and we saddly don’t spend as much time outside as we should I think a lot of being a hippie has to do with wether or not you feel like a hippie. And claim the label. But should we really be labeling ourselves??? Maybe because it helps us connect with people with similar ideals as us. But most of the hippies I know are lazy pot smokers who don’t really have much going for them exept their moms basement and I have no desire to group myself with them. Its possible that I just haven’t met the right people or maybe I was just born into the wrong generation. But for now I also don’t claim the hippie label even tho others would call me one.

  3. I’ve been called hippie , biker, survivalist , prepper, don’t really care about titles I’m just me . Grow and hunt for my food , am anti establishment , just do my own thing and don’t worry about what anyone thinks

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  5. I can relate to all of this, right down to the part about having a grill master/meat eating/Wal mart shopping husband who is also supportive of my choices! Great stuff & I love following your blog!

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