Growing up Hippie

When you grow up somewhere, you never really can appreciate its quirks and flavor. I grew up in Portland, Oregon, Hippie/Hipster Capital of the Universe. I’ve always been quite proud of this because when I said I grew up in Portland, it always got a reaction. And if you know me, you know I love reactions. “Oh, you must be a (fill in the blank with illicit activity) type.” OR “So you’re like a vegan/eco-freak/bicycle-riding/PETA-pledging hippie, right?” Yea. All of the above.

Truth be told, my father is from Kansas. If tofu was the last food on the planet, he would die. Our 15-year old Buick station wagon was a token of my father’s less-than-eco-friendly sentiments. My mom, on the other hand, made us believe carob was the real chocolate, poured rice milk in our cereal, and when dairy was finally introduced to our diet, we got it directly from the cow, cream and all. We were strange, to be sure, but not in the conventional Portland sense.

Well, I recently got wind of a new TV show, Portlandia, playing on obscure cable channel, IFC. Fred Armisen (of SNL fame) and Carrie Brownstein spend each episode extracting the uttermost wackiness from the city that raised me, until I was 13ish, anyway. I wanted to introduce you to their variation of Portland, and maybe you’ll fall in love with it too. Or at least have a good laugh.

Portlandia, a satirical fun-poke at the city that refuses to participate in normal society.

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