Human Nature Eventually sorts out the Hippies

When ever I watch these movies and documentaries on the sixties hippie culture, I find it difficult to move beyond one central problem: human nature.

No matter what culture or lifestyle one is involved in, lunch time and dinner time arrives and if you're out walking the streets passing out flowers, dropping acid or listening to The Dead in Golden Gate Park, your stomach will eventually begin to rumble and growl.

So whose job is it to feed you? Is it yours or is it society's job to feed you, in spite of your 24-hour party on the streets of San Francisco?

And when you over-dose, get the clap, crabs, hepatitis or the simple common cold, whose job is it to administer medicine?

And when you're freezing cold or drenched in a rain storm, whose job is it to give you shelter?

The hippies were nothing more than a bunch of spoiled upper-class kids who expected life's basic needs handed to them and horny guys who were exploiting naive hippie girls to "free their bodies."

What is tragic is that we've inherited this idea of utopia in the form of destroyed families, massive drug abuse and massive taxation.

But we did get some great music out of it.