Hippies, Hipsters, and Steampunk! OMG!

[apple_pathways]

I have created a game! Ish... Take a series of identities/cultural identifiers/nonsense phrases, and list the ways in which you might fall under that category of personage. Sounds like fun, right? (This is the part where you play along...) It's also a good way to get to know each other! Let's play, shall we?

Five Ways In Which I Am:

a Hippie:

1. I have an organic garden.
   
2. I compost.
   
3. I make my own laundry detergent.
   
4. I have long hair.
   
5. I make people uncomfortable at parties when they confess to shopping at Wal-Mart.

a Hipster:

1. I have black, acrylic-framed glasses.
   
2. I own more than one plaid shirt.
   
3. My music snobbery interests.
   
4. I listen to NPR.
   
5. I shop at farmers' markets.

a Yuppie Suburbanite:

1. I have a Starbucks gold card.
   
2. I tell people I'm from Detroit, even though I live in the 'burbs.
   
3. I wear yoga pants out of the house for non-yoga purposes.
   
4. I spend way too much time bitching about a lack of parking.
   
5. I consider the soup and salad lunch combo at Olive Garden to be a 'good deal'.

a Goth:

1. I own more than three types of black eyeliner.
   
2. I like Joy Division.
   
3. I was once officially 'initiated' at a Goth club in Detroit by a dude who claimed to be a vampire. (He bit my neck. It was adorable. True story!)
   
4. I have an odd fascination with death, and I love cemeteries.
   
5. I ♥ Gothic literature. (I took a class in college, though I don't know if that fact makes me more or less Goth...)

I wanted to do 'Nerd', but this entire journal could very easily be considered evidence for how I fit into that category! So let me turn the tables and give you:

Five Ways In Which I Am Not A Nerd:

1. I'm not into video games.
   
2. Never got into Star Trek.
   
3. I enjoy talking to strangers at parties.
   
4. Also: I will dance. Even if no one else is dancing and the music is really lame. I am going to bust a move.
   
5. I have never in my life said: "OMG, you should see X Movie, it's got awesome special effects!" Fuck special effects. AND High-Def. I am more than happy with regular-def.

Now's the part where you play along at home: either in the comments or on your journal, pick a label! Pick one of the ones I used, or make up one of your own. Give me five reasons why you are or are not like that label. The challenge comes when you pick one that doesn't really fit: I am by no means a Goth, but with some creative thinking, I was able to come up with five ways in which I could be.

Basically: help distract me from the fact I'm dying AGAIN! (I know, right: inconvenient!) My throat hurts, my chest feels heavy, and my shoulders and neck are achy. So play with me, please, and we shall make merry! (Also: what are some good labels you might suggest for anyone who wants to play?)

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[faery-fall.livejournal.com]

I've never been well-versed in labels and their associations, but I must try!

5 Reasons I am Country/Southern

1. I don't generally consider chicken edible unless it's fried.
2. There has been a rusted old dead car in my backyard for many, many moons (this might be more redneck, but... I already thought way too hard about how "country" and "Southern" aren't the same thing, so oh well).
3. Um, I worship at the alter of hush puppies.
4. There is a squirrel in my freezer. That sounds like some horrifying euphemism, but ... literally, there's a squirrel in my freezer.
5. There's a farm across from our street, and one night a goat had wandered over and just stood around on our front porch.

It would have been much easier to list the ways in which I'm a bad southerner (featuring my inability to drink sweet tea and my inability to remember which kind of meat constitutes "Carolina" barbecue).

[apple-pathways.livejournal.com]

You have done an EXCELLENT job! (Oh God, I could totally do "Five Ways in Which I Am A Redneck", starting with my habit of walking out to get the mail (the box is across the street) barefoot, in my PJs, and sans brassiere. :P)

I've eaten squirrel! Squirrel that was shot by my brother, who was about 13 at the time. (Yep, there's another of them 'redneck' qualities...)

You should turn that rusted out car into an herb garden. Then you could Hippie to your list traits!

Is it the meat that makes it "Carolina" BBQ? I thought it was just the sauce. (I know there's a lot of debate about mustard vs. tomato-based sauces; sweet vs. spicy; amount of smokiness; etc. I just know that I find it all delicious!)

High five on the "inability to drink sweet tea"! I can't stand sugar in my tea. I'm pretty sure I came *this close* to losing my life when I requested un-sweetened iced tea in a South Carolina BBQ joint. :P