Ann Coulter The Deadhead?!?
So, for some reason (mainly because I’m laid up with some unknown stomach illness) I’m watching “My Coolest Years: Dirty Hippies” on VH1. Ok, so I find it highly ironic that a show about coolness would include dirty hippies. I’m no elitist jock, but hippies? They smell like patchouli and dirt, and one time a dirty hippy “tipped” me when I worked at a gas station by playing me a song on his banjo. Seriously. Thanks, I’ll take the memory of that song with me as I go buy lunch with the tips of other out-of-state people who know what “tip” means. (By the way, for those traveling through Oregon, it is not indeed customary to tip your gas attendant.)
So anyway, here’s this show with random “celebrities” talking about their life in high school as a hippy. The typical discussions abound: how horrible they smelled, the atrocious personal hygeine, how retarded jocks are, how wonderful the Grateful Dead, Phish, and other bands who can’t figure out how to write a concise song are. Then along comes Ann Coulter talking about how many Dead shows she went to. Excuse me, did I write that correctly? Ann Coulter, mouthpiece of radical conservativism and the woman who wrote in a book and then went on TV saying that the 9/11 widows are “witches” who are “enjoying their husband’s deaths”, talking about being a hippy and into the Grateful Dead?!? Something does not compute.
As much as I like to detest dirty hippies, I would never insult them by lumping Ann Coulter in with them. Although, knowing some hippies, they would probably welcome her into a drum circle as long as she didn’t harsh their buzz.
I need to go listen to August 8th by NOFX…