superspatula wrote:so, new to the boards and noticing a lot of hippie and raver hate. but it seems like hippies and ravers or hippie-ravers comprise quite a bit portion of the BM attendees. so is it like hipsters who say they hate hipsters?
From what I've heard, pretty much every time someone gives a name to the group of people they hate, it is "the group of people they hate". Usually it's based on a loose set of criteria that kind-of matches some group of others. I mean, it would make perfect sense to say, "I hate it when people MOOP all over the Playa — fuck the burners" because without burners, there would be no MOOP, but people need to enforce the "it's not me!" part, so they pick some group they personally do not identify with.
For instance, in my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years, I was a big hater of "tourists", and especially "weekend tourists" who only show up on Friday and Saturday. You know: those people who just come and look around and ooh- and aah- about all the cool stuff, and they're not in costume, and they haven't made anything and ... wait ... you know ... just like I was the first year. Oh but I was different: I was a maker and clever and, gosh darn it, I really tried
to bring things that I thought would be ideal. Alas, exactly the same as those tourists.
In year 5, I had a glorious "hippie meltdown" — somewhat of a spiritual, emotional experience where your world view is completely shattered for a time (and that presumably changes you forever). So a few hours after the temple burned, I was reconciling a misinterpreted case of witty banter (where I may have really insulted a nice girl who got me a drink at their bar; she was probably really quite exhausted just like the rest of us and didn't need more heckling). So I decided to go in and apologize and started to break down about it all. She was consoling and I gave her some sweet schwag (the best thing I got all burn) and went outside.
And I go outside and look around and all of a sudden bam: I fully internalized the idea, "everything everyone made is for me."
When I'm making some project, I am always thinking how it will be received — finishing it and showing it to others is my whole point. So when I make something, it is for the people who see it — all the individual people. So I realized that I was in the place of the receiver. I was the audience. I was the one the makers made this for. Everything I see, they had made with ME in mind. I went around like a crying, raving lunatic trying to explain to everyone I saw. It was fantastic.
So I kind of got over tourists. I grumble and lament that they don't understand that I personally programmed the microcontroller, and I personally designed and etched the circuit board, and I personally soldered every joint, and I personally cut every pipe and made every weld. But, you know, I made it for them to look at. (And, presumably, to be so damn impressed that I get laid for it, but that's a whole 'nuther ball of physiology.)