I have no idea why Stockholm men wear a ton of hair gel. The average Stockholm male uses 9 containers of gel and the average cost per bottle is 230SEK. That’s a lot of gel, enough to electrify an entire heard of horse I bet.
Please men, I beg you to stop the madness. This slicked back, supergel’ed hair is just not cool. Remember the group on Facebook relating to Crocks, “you look so fucking stupid with those shoes on”? This is the same thing. In Swedish we call it “stekare” and I define it as those skinny guys with long slicked hair, Armani eyewear, and virtual ipods playing GLAMOROUS in their ears. And they bounce when they walk down the street.
Still need a visual image? Here are a few:
Amazing self portrait of a Swede’s reflection
From Steelth via Flickr
Don’t they just look full of themselves
From medvinen via Flickr
Swedish men out there, take heed, take notice, please do not overdo yourself like a peacock. You might think you’re cool in Stureplan with those awesome sunglasses and the ability to buy a drink at Sturehof, but frankly it’s just stupid looking. I love well dressed men, but I hate cocky looking men.
The 2009 Stockholm Marathon is today and I nearly forgot about it. Thank you to Fredrik for posting something on Twitter this morning. The marathon is one of the largest in the world, at 18,500 runners. And environmentally friendly too; cups and other items are biodegradable and/or recyclable. Those running will receive a Champions Chip, a small electronic chip tied to the left shoe, to keep track of your running times.
I will be heading out with the camera, the big nikon monstrosity, and taking photos and posting them here later today. EPIC FAIL. My first camera’s battery died, so I charged it. Then I had no memory card and the stores were already closed (damn early closing in Sweden!). Then I got my small point and shoot, put the battery to charge. Popped the battery back in, headed out…and the battery was dead.
By this point it was already 7:30pm and everyone had passed through Södermalm. That was fast! No stragglers or anything. These Swedes really can run.
If you interested in heading to watch the marathon, here is a map of the route.
Folks, this is the best chance to see athletic Swedes go all out. Honestly, most all of the runners would kick my ass any day. But that’s okay, they are also quite beautiful. So get out, grab a drink, and watch the athletic Swedes take over Stockholm.
Yes it seems strange to call Swedes rude but it is true when certain conditions are met.
Condition one: In a bar. People will push throw the crowds without ever uttering the words förlåt (sorry). Even if you are lucky to find a place with a table to put your drink down, you can bet some girl or guy will push from behind to overtake your spot. I had the experience of having a jackass spill wine (thankfully white) on my Burberry coat while at the bar. I poked him in the side, since he stood at a whooping 190cm, and told him I wanted napkins because he spilled wine on me. He was annoyed and irritated and in a condescending manner, apologized.
Condition two: On the street. Cars will just stop for you, few inches shy of stripping your soul out. People will walk straight into you or push you to the side; no apologies needed.
Condition three: In a restaurant. Tipping? Does not exist; or in rare instances, there is tipping. With that in mind, don’t expect much in the way of service. I have not experienced bad service (maybe because I am foreign) but stellar service definitely is lacking.
Condition four: Alcohol. Need I say more?
Condition five: On the train. You will get smashed; just hope the people nearby are wearing decent deodorant. You do not need to talk to the people around you, ever. Until the train comes to a crashing halt, your train compartment neighbors are invisible.
I went to Sweden for the first time on September 1st and stayed for a mere 40 hours (why so short? that’s another story). I feel love in though: the people, the country, the city, the progressive ideals, and the T-banan (a functioning metro system) made me feel “home.” Well, everything except feminism gone insane part.
But I did make some interesting observations while in Stockholm: