Guide to Artists’ Models No. 3: The Hippie Chick
The Hippie Chick
Making a dramatic resurgence in popularity in recent years, the Earth Mother’s younger, inebriated equivalent, the Hippie Chick is a sight to behold. Or flee from.
Look for silky hair, wavy, golden-red and reaching almost to the floor—and that’s just her armpit hair. Her skin is either sun-freckled or drug-acned, and I don’t wish to get close enough to determine which. Many a man has seen her cutting flowers at outdoor concerts, naked as a jaybird, but—from the amount of leg hair—mistook her for a Satyr.
She has one of those odd builds: child-bearing hips, but almost no breasts, a head like Alfred E. Neumann, and several regrettable, homemade tattoos. Her teeth are gapped, not in a natural, cute way, more of a, “My boyfriend lost the bottle opener” way.
Quotes:
- “I don’t believe in shaving body hair. That is a plot created by the patriarchal society that women are subjected to.”
- “Are you going to pay me in weed again… ’cause I really need bus fare this time.”
- Dude… where is th… um… yeah so like… um… Are you going to pay me in weed again?”
- “Is that a UFO? Oh no, sorry. Bad flashback maaaa-aaaann.”
- “Jerry’s dead? Bummer.”
Second only in popularity to 
