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  • Annmarie Throckmorton, M.A.

Hairy Hippies

Sometime in the very early 70s I got a surprise invitation from a couple of classmates to see a new play called Hair. "We'll treat you!" They said with way too much enthusiasm. I was just out of high school and I was too young to know how to say "No" so I met them at the shabby, rundown theater and they did pay my way in. The play was boring, obtuse, the actors were scraggly hippies. Since I did not drink, drug, or sleep-around I did not appreciate the lifestyle that the mostly male cast was portraying. When the language turned filthy I wanted to leave, but the boys who had invited me insisted that we stay. They watched me with glee. I wondered why. Then the whole troop of hairy hippies took off their clothes and wandered down off the stage and into the audience. I had never seen a naked man before so... I left, weaving my way out through naked men. They all played a nasty trick on me that day.

Hairy Hippies 1964

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