I can certainly identify with this. Not with Russians, specifically — I’ve met a fair number of them, in both personal and professional contexts (before I came to Europe, I was, like Atamasama, from the Seattle area). I found among them a variety of characters and natures, so I have enough personal experience to break the generalization. Don’t get me wrong, I loathe Russian leadership, and I’m disgusted by the numerous failings of modern Russian culture, but the people who escaped did so for their individual reasons, and I’ve encountered enough counter-examples that I don’t stereotype.
But Serbs, now … Serbs are a different story for me. Every single one I’ve ever met — at work or elsewhere, in Europe or back in the US, man or woman — has, without exception, been some flavor of belligerent asshole. Make a checklist of unpleasant traits: arrogant, dishonest, shallowly materialistic, rude, sexist, and on and on … every Serb with whom I’ve had personal contact has checked several if not most of the boxes. One of them is married to a woman who has been a longtime friend of my wife, and he’s one of those chauvinist dickholes who comes home from work and plops himself on the couch for five hours of sports television while his wife, who also works, handles dinner and the kids through to their bedtime without any help from him. Oh, and he’s also an angry drunk.
Not one of them has fallen into the category of the disillusioned Russian émigré as mentioned above, either. None of the Serbs I’ve ever worked with gave any indication that they left their country seeking a better life in contrast to the deficiencies of their homeland. To a one, they said, sometimes in exactly these words, that they had brought their superior Slavic intellect and work ethic to exploit their Western employer and dominate their inferior colleagues, extracting a shitload of money which they would then take back to Serbia and use to live like royalty. And they did not hesitate to manipulate their co-workers, browbeat lower-ranking staff, and maliciously steal credit and shift blame in their tireless pursuit of success.
I’m sure there are Serbians who aren’t like this, because statistics say there have to be. And there’s probably some confirmation bias happening, in which I’ve met someone from Serbia but didn’t know it, so I can’t include them in the sample. There might even be some on this board. And, to be completely clear, I want a counter-example. I do not like knowing I carry this pre-judgement. I don’t enjoy the awareness that when I meet a Serb, I instantly assume the worst about them. I actively hope that they will prove themselves the exception, and I give them the opportunity to break my bias.
But up to this point? Nope. Without fail, they live down to my expectations.
So, instead, I just enjoy how Europe keeps stringing Serbia along in its long-pending application to join the EU, letting them and their Russia-light macho-nationalist neighbor-threatening attitude twist slowly in the wind. And I chuckle in delight as that delusional dipshit Novak Djokovic torches his career, sending millions of Serbs into futile fits of frothing fury over the imagined persecution of their national athletic hero.
I’m not proud of any of this. But it’s the truth.