(This one fell through the cracks, originally posted only on the Sinners blog. Might as well keep the set complete.)
Perhaps the more uber-middle class, more conspicuously consuming cousin of the Uptight Seattleite, the Khak-head is nonetheless all about "doing the white, er, right thing" and chuckling knowingly at the proper NPR programs. Donning his weekend trekkin' outfit, the specimen is wont to feeling on top of the world - because he is. It's his world, we're just living in it. Sorry, Sinatra - some smooth, runny World-Beat-Lite is more his bag, purchased at his local Starbucks, naturally, along with his complicated and safe coffee-free coffee. And safety is indeed a big issue for the Khak-head, for while he may appear to be quite crunchily Liberal, he's been buying into a lot of fear-mongering in the last few years; outwardly snickering at the notion that there are crazed, freedom-hating terrorists lurking behind his top-of-the-line sports utility lawnmower in the garden shed, but truthfully a little nervous about the possibility. I mean, he's got a lot of stuff. He still may be clutching that Utne, but once you start peppering your political chatter with the words "post 9-11 world," it's a slippery slope into the GOP goose-step.