The Winberg Problem

Swedes are, by some unfair cosmic arrangement, simply better-looking than the rest of us. Straw-blonde hair, easy charisma, freckles distributed with suspicious precision—they’ve dominated pop music for decades and apparently couldn’t stop there, so they moved into fashion and kept winning. Caroline Winberg is the specific problem currently occupying my thoughts. She has that particular kind of smile that makes rational thought temporarily unavailable, and I won’t pretend I haven’t entertained entirely unreasonable ideas about the beautiful children we’d theoretically produce together. Look her up. The doubt dissolves on its own.