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For once I opted for a quiet weekend, forgoing partying due to a particularly nasty cough. Instead, I watched some high quality Icelandic television, starting on Friday night with the Miss Reykjavík contest on Skjár Einn.

Ok, I’m not going to go into the speech about how young women in the year 2005 can be coaxed into walking around in bikinis and really tasteless shoes while being judged on their physical assets. What I do want to comment on is why young women in the year 2005 can be coaxed into rendering that embarrassing dance performance at the beginning of the show.

I watched in horror as the girls pranced around in tights and leotards to 80’s music and made some kind of attempt at graceful moves. A total disaster. Just as my mouth had turned into a big Oh (my god), a text message came in from EW. “What the hell is this? I just laughed so much I spat up my wine.“

Ok, we got a kick out of it, but I’m sure these girls will call it “ A wonderful experience,“ as they always do. Shit. I’m still kicking myself for refusing to be in the Miss Hawaiian Tropic contest twelve years ago. Imagine all that missed experience. To this day, I still can't master my stiletto heels on the beach.

I also watched a show I normally make sure to miss: the Gísli Marteinn talk show on Saturday night. This is essential viewing for most Icelanders (I’m abnormal) and seeing as I was dining at someone’s home that night I couldn’t really avert my eyes from the television screen.

And actually, this show seemed to be a little more interesting than usual. Instead of the naff TV set, the constantly chirpy host was in Copenhagen, interviewing Icelandic entrepreneurs in the city. So there he was, at Copenhagen’s “coolest café” (run by an Icelander) interviewing the “coolest designers” in Copenhagen – also Icelandic. (By the way, no Danes were interviewed to confirm this status of cool).

But all the Icelanders interviewed agreed on the fact that Icelanders were just so damned smart, trendy, sassy and creative, and that the Danes were all lazy.“We’re taking over the city, “ one of the interviewers laughed.

Is it just me, or do Icelanders suffer from the biggest inferiority complex on the planet? AMB ([email protected])

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