... but I freaking watched it again! I know, I know, I can feel my brain cells melt and drip out my ears by the second, but sometimes you need a little junk in your life. Umm, I don't mean like... *blushes*... moving swiftly on.
The floozie that I guess we're all supposed to think is super cool because she has her own show wakes up - surprisingly, alone, despite the fact that we all saw her get into a cab with her friend's boyfriend (classy). At breakfast, we meet her roomie and friend Anna. Now Anna, I can get on board with. She is smart and classy and ladylike - everything her buddy Frida is not. They talk a little bit, Anna tries to make Frida understand that coming home in the wee hours and selfishly waking everybody up is Not Cool, and Frida looks bored because no one is talking about her. Then she goes out to have coffee with her brother, who is kind of a geek and seems to be mostly wondering what a camera is, going by the dopey way he stares right into it the whole time. Frida whines her face off, he listens and looks like a dope. The end. Fascinating stuff.
Honestly, this is a problem that I'm finding again and again in Sweden. You first come here and they seem to be all intellectual and cultured and, you know, smart. Then you realize that actually it's just their accents and they are as airheaded and vapid as anybody else.