Maybe so, as:
I like a toke, and a lot of psych-prog. (HW, Gong, etc.)
I loved a good festival, ('Henge, Reading, Glast. etc., back in the day.)
My hair has been right down my back since I was 13, I'm 37 and have no plans to visit a barber any time soon.
BUT.......
I cringe as soon as anyone starts waffling on about leylines and auras and all that bollox. A scientific background has robbed me of the ability to stand by silently whilst dopey wierdy-beardy tree huggers wax lyrical on subjects of which they are completely ignorant, and then endeavour to verify their gibberish by way of glib new age bumper sticker slogans, and vague eastern quasi-religious rhetoric.
You'll always get a nice cuppa tea at my house! Jasmine passion flower melon flavour my arse! PG Tips mate, milk and two sugars, NO, not bloody biological unbleached cane sugar, the Tate and Lyle granulated white stuff! What are ya, some kind of hippy or summat??
Peace man!
MDR