Man, Sweden sounds fascinating. I was unaware they had airports. Nor was I aware that you can use the word “lagged” in that context and make complete and total sense. (You can’t.)
I am completely convinced that I should hop on of those jet thingies and fly myself right over to Gotenborg immediately — that is, if it actually existed.
Yes, Julia Allison can’t even spell the name of the city she is visiting correctly. (It’s “Gothenburg.”) And while I cannot claim to be an expert on Swedish geography and language (the way they put their letters next to each other is just completely Un-American), I am not the one who is claiming to be paid to tout the beauty and wonderment of a country that readers of Dwell consider a masturbatory fantasy.
Her paid (or maybe not!) coverage of the country that gave us Peter, Bjorn & John, Through a Glass Darkly, this sexy little jam, and this — again thanks for that, seriously, thank you — is immediately proving to be inept. Sounds like they didn’t let the right one in, if you catch my drift.