Hippies’ date with Hosapete
This summer marks the 40th anniversary of the Summer of Love, when hippies descended on Haight-Ashbury to spread peace, love, and pubic lice. The countercultural movement, which significantly influenced the art, style, and sexual aesthetics of the time, is still reverberating four decades later on the other side of the country. Nor will you find the drumming circles and Phish concerts associated with modern hippies in other parts of the country. Poster boys include Seth Rogen and Jack Black, both of whom exude an unexpected leading-man sexiness without conforming to the rigid beauty constraints of The Man. She tends to go after—and get her heart broken by—boys in bands who play dive bars in holey T-shirts. Yeah, they can be fairly self-centered, but that makes me want to try to make them care even more. On the other hand, there are New York neo-hippies. Their sex symbols are Leonardo DiCaprio smoldering on an iceberg, Sean Penn railing against the Iraq war, and a green-clad yet stylish Oprah pushing lightbulbs for Earth Day. Because while I want all my men to be environmentally conscious, I would never fuck a hippie.