Culture is relative and I try to understand a country on its own terms, but there were a few things that tripped me up as an American in Copenhagen.
Balls on Walls
What a shock I got when I saw a man’s balls on display in a public print ad for a sitcom. And this wasn’t some alternative neighborhood either – it was right in front of City Hall and larger than life to boot!
Stop Complaining About Taxes
My Danish friend told me that the highest tax bracket here is 68%. That makes our 30% look like pocket change.
Bikes Come First, Bitches
The street hierarchy here goes: bikes, cars, and then way, way down, pedestrians. New York pedestrians are treated like royalty compared to the bi-peds here. Traffic signals don’t even give enough time to cross the street. Run or pay the price.
Water for Dollars
Forget saving a couple of bucks on your dinner tab by ordering ice water. That’ll cost you a buck fifty. This isn’t a practice in all places, but don’t be surprised if that tap water sets you back.
Apparently Danish guys have an affinity for foreign women, but don’t get too excited yet. Not one guy is going to walk up to you unless he is drooling drunk (ain’t that cute). If you’re looking for a sober start to a relationship, you’ve gotta put on your big girl pants and get aggressive.