There seems to be a weird and disturbing new trend roving the streets of Omaha: gangs of surly hippies. A van full of hippies (and by hippies, I mean hippies – tie dye and dreads with the ganja, mon) propositioned a young indie rock girl outside one of the punk rock bars in town, thus sparking a yelling engagement between the hippies and the large group of indie kids and punks that were leaving the bar at closing time. Nothing happened, but our man on the scene, Nate, described later that it was one of the more surreal confrontations he’d ever witnessed.
At the downtown bar I frequent, I’ve been accosted on politics with some angry hippies also, so there is some precedent for this move. What none of us understand is… why? Have hippies finally shed their peaceful, loving nature because they figured it was time to ‘fuck shit up?’ The idea of a gang of hippies rolling out of a van ready for violence is about as shocking to me as watching a van full of pirates (or ninjas, for that matter) pull up and get physical.
The only theory we have worked out is as such: these ‘hippies’ are really just angry rich kids who have latched onto an identity, much like the kids who were into the Green Day-inspired punk and ska scene from our early adult days.
Or maybe they are just angry hippies?
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