Mosh, sir, there's a big difference between, for example, the natives of the South Seas, and hippies.
The natives of the South Seas live in an environment hostile to their well-being; places fraught with all sorts of perils and dangers. To survive, they must be, and do, certain things that appear odd or uncivilized or uncouth to us.
But the bottom line is, those things help them to survive the environment.
And for that reason, I have nothing but the utmost admiration and respect for the natives of the South Seas (or Papua-New Guinea, or deepest Africa or the jungles of the Amazon, for that matter)--they manage to survive in an environment where most of the rest of us wouldn't last more than an hour, or the primitives on Skins's island more than five minutes.
The primitives on Skins's island on the other hand live in an environment hospitable, or at least tolerant, of their presence. By the sheer goodness of decent and civilized people, the primitives are allowed to be "free spirits" (but on our dime; look at the subway cat), disrespectful of those who give them support and sustenance (usually social services programs).
And the primitives have an odd notion of primitivity; you might recall, sir, the primitive who left the urban life to move to the wilds of New Mexico, ostensibly scorning modern society. But he took his motor vehicle, his television, his computer, his internet connection, his CD-player, his pharmaceuticals, with him.
And probably all the dough his ageing parents left, or are leaving, him.
