Copenhagen, Day 4
Yes, Tao is back. I missed you, Devil. And thanks for letting us crash at your house.
We went to a freaky art exhibition:
And the scene was eerily similar to a Williamsburg art crowd. Hipster, I guess, transcend nationality.
The meat-packing district. Know how calm everyone looks? Peace-loving? Well, they are. Until about 2 a.m. That is the moment when Danes go crazy. Denmark has a very, very different approach to male/female relationships and sex….I guess you can boil it down to this: feminism is integral to their everyday life. Now of course I can’t speak for all the Danish people, but this is the common belief…women should be treated as equals…and they mean it. There is no glass ceiling…women run corporations just as often as men. Maybe this is why Danish men are so standoffish….that said, Danes do not approach sex with the same baggage Americans due. They don’t date, and one night stands are not only common, they are acceptable…this is how you date in Denmark: go to a club, stand around and get trashed, then grab the 1 to 3 a.m. window of opportunity to proposition someone…take them home, have sex, and then contemplate if you want a relationship in the morning. If you don’t want a relationship, chances are you’ll still remember their name…and you might even stay friends. To sum it up, people are slutty in Denmark until they find the right mate…then they mate for life. Whatever we think about that in America, I will say it is refreshing to meet people who don’t have so many hang-ups about sex.
Johan and Tao not only picked my outfit (they made me change four times until they agreed), but also posed me for this picture….believe it or not, these guys are actually heterosexual. Almost TOO heterosexual…you would not believe some of the stuff that comes out of their mouths. I adore them, but I REALLY need to hang out with a chick at some point.








