become a hippie

I had long suspected that success vis a vis this goal was imminent, but my achievement was publicly affirmed on Saturday by a truck full of young gentlemen of a certain age, who publicly hailed myself and a small group of my peers with a rousing chorus of that well-known classic “Hey You Fucking Hippie Faggots”. We rejoined with various slogans of greater or lesser eloquence, and then repaired in good humor to a wooded area, where we were engaged by a larger assemblage of our fellow hippie faggots in sundry pastimes such as braiding intricate daisy chains, playing guitar in the flamenco style of Catalan, inhaling the fumes of various types of ignited plant matter, et cetera.

When strangers solicit me for drugs while waiting at a corner, and ancient street people address me as “brother” (I’m fairly obviously female), I figure I’m getting pretty close.
On the other hand, no one’s screamed HIPPIE at me out a car window lately. Might I be losing my aura of aggressive pacifism?

Fellow aspiring hippies, what are your tips and tricks? I want to be just like you.