So, I was reminded today of a hippy situation we encountered recently. My standoff’ness came across as rude and dislike when it was really more of a disconnect really. For years as we have traveled as BareNakedFamily and people have often called us hippies, to which we quickly reply ‘Uh, hell no! We brake for Starbucks!’ But if it helps, we try to buy the organic stuff.
Well, let me set the record straight…when you think that I do not like you maybe seeing it from my point of view will help you understand where I’m coming from.
It’s hard to get to know someone and put your best foot forward when their smell literally peels your face off. I get it…there’s better and healthier ways to apply deodorant, but apply something when you expect to hug people and be hugged back. One time, this lady hugged me and I felt her armpit literally make love to my shoulder during the hug and for the rest of the day could not get her B.O. off of me. Gross. So, there’s that.
Also, I love vegetarians though I’m not one. But when indulging in a huge plate of spinach right in front of someone while having a face to face conversation about your latest and greatest art project that came to you in the middle of the night, you might want to chew with your mouth closed. It’s hard to buy into that wholesome thing when half processed food is hanging on your every word. Unless it’s part of the art project, but the last time I saw an exhibit like that I was in another country and paid good money to see it, if you know what I mean. I work real hard to conceal the dead carcass that I’m chewing on when having conversations over dinner with hippies or not. I think I learned that when I was about four.
I will never pee in a bag, but thanks for asking.
We love our kids…we love your kids…but for the love of all things holy, grab a hand and take your kid out of a situation rather than talking and helping them transcend from the negative space and into a meditation level while the rest of the world is staring. I get it. I support it, but am also a proponent for manners and discipline as supplementing parental guidelines. I call it parent balls, grow a pair and help control your kid. Then we’ll stop making excuses to stay at home rather than join you at the art gallery for the newest installation of ‘Help End Poverty in a Third world Country’, unless it’s of the paying kind of art show we like…wink wink. So what, we’re weird too.
Tits are great!
When you make love in front of me, I think it’s awesome.
Don’t knock capitalism and big box when hippy made products can easily out do a Saturday festival strolling budget. Sometimes at the end of a Family budget, mama’s gotta shop the bigger guys to afford something for herself.
Oh, and one more thing…really if I could just be honest…what do you do with the pee in a bag?