hope i die before i forget to shower
I seem to have misplaced my Guidebook, so will someone please explain to me the difference between hippies and punk rockers? There seems to be an equal amount of each in Portland, which is another way of saying there's an equal amount of the same thing.
Behold the similarities:
1) They both smell like rancid turnips.
2) They both are afflicted with the same anemic leftoid politics which cause them to be outraged by the same, uh, outrages—you know—racism, sexism, and racism. Did I mention racism?
3) They both are ignored by black people.
4) They both believe their cookie-cutter lifestyles are somehow a threat to "The System," while The System chugs along, powerful as ever, smashing everything in its path.
Seriously, I can't tell the difference. The hippies probably wouldn't be nearly as offended by my analogy as the punks, who somehow are able to convince themselves that they are hippiedom's antithesis.
There was a brief—shockingly brief—spell in the late 1970s and early 1980s when punk rockers risked physical harm for their fashion choices, but this was usually only at the hands of metalheads at their high school. But there was a long stretch during the Vietnam War when hippies risked physical harm from almost EVERYONE who wasn't a hippie. So on the rebel tip, I'll give the edge to the hippies.
Now it's 2003, and punk rock is older than frickin' ROCKABILLY was when punk rock was introduced in 1976 or so. Can't you white kids come up with something new?
And do I need to remind you that Sid Vicious killed—not beat up, but KILLED—his girlfriend and routinely adorned himself with swastikas? How come you losers cut HIM so much slack? Oh, I know—because, like you, he nodded out before he was able to string a sentence together.
