My dad (who’s half Georgian) once took me to a local Georgian restaurant in Riga. Coincidence or not, the restaurant was hosting a local Georgian diaspora event. My dad ate the khachapuris, drank the wine, and sang with everyone the whole evening. Towards the end of our dinner, he leaned in close to my ear and said, “This restaurant is full of Armenians and Russians, the only true Georgians here are you and me.” He got up, put a few bills on the table and we promptly left. And that’s when it hit me – I truly am a generational hater.

Oh, and I love Kanye West but you’re not allowed to say it these days.