Don’t Ask Nanna: About Grapewaves!

Hæ Nanna,
OK, I was at Gaukurinn on Wednesday for PSB’s set and struck up a conversation with this girl in town for Airwaves from Spain and I felt like we kind of hit it off. But she blew me off and then last night I spotted her in NASA talking to this guy that I know is a real asshole and treats women like shit. I want to tell her that he’s a dick and maybe make another pass at her—do you think I owe it to her to speak up?
Takk,
Friendzoned

Hæ Friendzoned,
How generous of you to allow this girl another opportunity to fuck you! Nothing shows that you respect a woman’s choice like telling her that she’s naive for having a casual conversation with another guy who clearly doesn’t respect women the way you respect women.
Go on, tell her who she should and shouldn’t be spending time with, I’m sure she’ll love that, I mean somebody has to, it’s not like women’s behaviour is constantly monitored and judged, am I right?
Nanna

Hey Nanna,
How do I cope with the overwhelming onslaught of moustachioed tourists wandering the streets of Reykjavík this week? The whole city is awash with tight jeans and smugly indifferent faces.
Not Cool Enough

Not Cool Enough,
You must become one with Airwaves, don’t fight it. If you do, it will eat you alive and then compost you for its summer allotment. Buy that organic free trade coffee some guy in a knitted beanie is selling illegally out of his car, trespass on some unsuspecting farmer’s property and bathe in his hot springs, clap awkwardly along as a band you’ve never heard of does a surprise-but-low-key gig in the dry goods aisle of your local Bónus. Together, we’ll get through this.
Nanna

Nanna!
I want to party with you! What gigs are you going to? Let’s get a drink and dance!
Pönk Rokk

Pönk Rokk,
No.
Nanna