An old skinhead is teaching a young one:
- Son, imagine this - you're walking through town. Suddenly, a strangely dressed person comes toward you, with long hair, smiling, and a guitar sticking out from behind their back... Know this, son: that's a hippie - they don't like to fight and they don't know how. Those should be beaten brutally.
- Now imagine - you're walking through town, and someone dirty comes toward you, with hair dyed in bright colors and sticking out in all directions - those are punks. They love to fight, but they don't know how; you can have some fun with them.
- And now imagine - you're walking through town, and a long-haired person in a leather jacket comes toward you, with a bottle of beer. Know this, son: that's a metalhead - they don't love to fight, but they know how. You can beat them, but it's better not to get involved.
- And imagine one more scenario - you're walking through the woods, and suddenly a long-haired person in strange attire crawls out of the bushes, with a smile, a guitar on their back, and a staff in their hands. That's a Tolkienist, and God forbid you mistake him for a hippie...