I don’t mean it in a pejorative sense.  We’re dirtbags because there’s no other good word for the intersection of hippie, entrepreneur, scavenger, bohemian, commune dweller, cook, small-time farmer, blue collar, intellectual, outdoor adventurer, scumlord, culture vulture, scrappie, bookworm, plaid flannel wearer, home brewer, tree hugger, secondhand shopper, handyman, and hostess with the mostess.

The instant I realized I was a dirtbag


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