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This last weekend I learned another hippy secret. But before I begin, I need to clarify who I’m referring to when I say “hippy,” because whenever I refer to hippies as kind and gentle nurturers around my baby-boomers parents, they go off on how most hippies are the cruelest, most narrow-mindedest, meanest bastards ever and don‘t care about peace or love. I guess somewhere back in the 60’s my parents had a bad hippy experience. Regardless, the high esteem in which I hold hippies compels me to believe that the hippies of which my parents speak were pseudo-hippies or, at best, quasi-hippies, and the genuine hippy is still the sort of person supporting positive change in the world and understanding - the kind of person, if male, who would even wear a dress and is not ashamed to hug other men before they left on a voyage, even ones he just met, even when he has a semi-boner. (this was one of my first genuine hippy experiences, yes, it was a little alarming to me at the time, but he hugged a bunch of other hippy dudes and nobody made a big deal about it so I just played along. Nobody would have even known that the hippy had semi-boner but I think he was going commando under the sheer fabric of his dress. He should have worn really tight briefs under his dress, that‘s what I would have done.) So here’s the hippy secret: Dr. Bronner's soap. Even the paper packaging is designed to reduce pressure on forests. It doesn’t contain any animal products and the package even features a happy rabbit, jumping through a field of stars, freed from the horrors of cosmetological testing by Dr. Bronner’s steadfast stand against cruelty. Although, I must say that this soap is so fantastic that if I was a rabbit, I would VOLUNTEER to have it tested on me. Dr. Bronners also doesn’t engage in excessive profit taking, enabling him to use only plants grown under conditions that are safe to farm workers without making the soap cost prohibitive. Tingly clean Dr. Bronner’s All-One Hemp soap is not so much about destroying B.O., it’s more about working with B.O., harmoniously. You can make your B.O. smell like lemons, or eucalyptus, or peppermint, or a bunch of other scents. I’d recommend the peppermint - in combination with my B.O., if I’ve been out in the sun I smell like musky basil now; - Delicious! I think these wonderfully scented soaps are probably one of the secrets to the hippie’s sensuality - they’re a delight to all the senses and help one get back in touch with one’s minty B.O. body. And contrast this to the soaps many of us were raised on - those soaps that taught us that our bodies were things that had to be subdued and punished - soaps with names like Shield and Dial and Lava that were designed to put us at odds with ourselves and inspire us to hatred and war! Dr. Bronner’s utilizes hemp oil to help skin stay soft and healthy. What do the above named soaps do? They kill germs, it‘s all about killing. Kill, kill, kill! The only downside to Dr. Bronners is that I guess there’s a list of consumable goods and stuff that customs people use sometimes to identify who they think might be a smuggler. I’ve heard that Dr. Bronner’s soap is on that list, (I guess that customs is also in on this hippy secret) so it’s not the best product to take across borders or whatever, unless you are into butt searches. But in true hippy fashion, I refuse to make a value judgment on butt searches - if butt searches are your thing, I salute you!

Brian 1:16 AM

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