It's not because they travel around the country for months on end, following bands as if they have nowhere to be.
It's not because they wear tie-dyed shirts, clothes that never fit, flip flops in the coldest of temperatures, and have absolutely no sense of style.
It's not because they have dreads, claim rasta because of their love of weed, and talk about peace & love to the point that even the most peaceful person would want to smack them repeatedly.
And it's not because they never shower and smell like hot dog water, oh no.
It's because of this:
Hippies can't dance for shit.
Word is Blog.
Shout out to Possum for diggin this one up.