Why friends, they may think it's a movement, and that's what it is

I am well aware that the local-sustainable food movement is still somewhat of a fringe endeavor, with ties to the hippie culture of the 60’s but with its own character and values. It’s not about free love or gourmet food or violent demonstrations or (at least as far as I’m concerned) smoking a lot of pot, although each of those are close cousins. It grows more from the desire to strengthen both natural and human communities, and comes with a strong bias against the parts of the current establishment that have undermined these.

You can tell the food-hippies first by their diets (the number of approaches is actually a little ridiculous) – raw, fermented, local, seasonal, vegetarian, vegan, grass-fed only, grown or baked or even caught and killed yourself, total avoidance of processed food, food rescued from a dumpster or even trash can. You can also tell them by their steel water bottles or Ball jars (plastic leaches into food and water and it doesn’t biodegrade); by their satchels that they knitted themselves or made from recycled trash or that a peasant in the third world got a fair wage to make. Everybody owns at least one of those brightly colored handkerchiefs with the black or white paisley design, and they’re tied around a thick mop of dreadlocks or stuffed into pockets and substitute for disposable tissues. A crowd of food hippies will have a higher density of small tattoos and face piercings than most, although not usually to the extremes of bikers or punks. Dyed hair is pretty rare – styled haircuts scarce from their expense, their stylishness, and impracticality – you try to weed with bangs in your eyes. Somebody is always willing to pull out a guitar, and bangos, fiddles, and pennywhistles are not far behind – although it seems that men are usually the instrumentalists, while women only sing. We wear quilted vests and chunky knitted hats somebody – us or our friends – knitted for us; second-hand clothing, scarves woven in the third world, Carhartt’s. We all know about Micheal Pollen, Alice Waters, Barbara Kingsolver, as well as Joel Salatin, Wendell Berry, and Eliot Coleman – dig further and people will know Rudolf Steiner, Wes Jackson, David Schumacher. We are predominantly Caucasian, with a small but healthy rainbow of other descents.

We are earnest. Trusting. We try to be friendly as a rule, if not outgoing. It doesn’t take much probing for someone to admit to finding beauty in leaves, seeds, trees, animals, landscapes, rich soil, handcrafted anything. We’re trying to live by our ideals and have decided that certain sacrifices of personal comfort, convenience, and familiarity are worth it (deciding to Consume Less Stuff makes shopping a completely different activity, let me tell you).

I’ve also found that this ethos often comes off as holier-than-thou, which drives everyone else around crazy – when this is on purpose, it’s frustrating, but when it’s not, it’s troublesome. Yes, I think that humans need to change their consumption habits – not just with food, but also with buildings, transportation, Stuff Accumulation – but I struggle a lot with how to bring that about. Yelling at whoever is around is a tried and true method of Not Helping, but I’m still looking for a productive alternative that works for me. I recognize the parallels with religious conversion – the True Believer wants to bring everybody into The Faith, a whole new way of living and being – and we’ve seen how alienating that can be as well.