This doesn't seem like one of those 'truth will set you free' situations.

My parents were hippies. They met at an ashram, where they were studying how to be enlightened.

I'm an east coaster, you know, I'm brought up in Toronto where it's very much like, kind of a miniature New York in that there's a subway and you're surrounded by people a lot and, you know, you bump into people and you have interactions and you communicate and la la la.

I'm a musical theater aficionado, a.k.a. loser.