Several days later I asked them, "What does hippie mean to you, at least in this context?" After all I haven't started wearing love beads or smoking pot (although now that I think about it there was that concert I took them to a few years ago).
They came up with several points:
- My shift to more-vegetarian cooking (though I'm hardly religious about it)
- My meditation (which I'm still doing, usually just once a week at Sangha)
- "Caring about other people" (I suspect refers to my volunteer work, which I still -- four years later -- do once a week like clockwork except when I am out of town)
- And my neck beard. (Some time after I wrote this post -- in which I admitted to still trimming the edges of my beard -- I decided that for the sake of consistency I really ought to stop shaving altogether. I keep my beard short, but I do not use a razor anywhere. And ever since that day, my boys have given me a bad time about letting the hair on my neck grow.
- They never mentioned the concert.
Son 2's answer was, "Let's think about this. One of these people lives on a ranch and frequently has to do hard, grimy physical labor fixing things. The other one has a white-collar job in an office. Which one looks right wearing a neck beard?"
OK, maybe he has a point, though I didn't concede it at the time. Gosh, I wonder if this has anything to do with the changes in my job situation? (See, e.g., here, here, here, here, and here.) Actually probably not, but I suppose it might affect my ability to get a new job if my current one peters out. Maybe I should take that possibility seriously instead of just hiding my head in the sand.
Anyway, that's why my boys think I'm a hippie.
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