Really? Might be instructive to analyse what we mean by hippies...because it was a scoffing epithet I derived some pride in, growing up where the antithesis of a hippy was basically the deeply unpleasant, racist and oafish skinheads. The worst I could say was having an execrable taste in clothing (which, in my case, still pertains) and some dodgy druggy use. Course, we are all deeply jaded and cynical but honestly, peace and love really doesn't seem to be such a foul underpinning to a life (if a trifle naive) and not really deserving of the derision on here.it’s all of them mate. Every single one.
Its probably fair to say I was working class with anarcho-communist tendencies even at 14 or so...and not remotely connected with the studenty/art school types (this was Oldham, after all...not bloody Totnes)