The aesthetic here slaps, though. The sort of overcooked reheated Geocities fantasy of what I assume an Eastern European teenager would imagine American kids having access to - well, there are two Georgias in the world and I grew up two states over from the other one, and in some ways I think I get it. After all, the rich folks back home lived in their own little world, too. Cobbling together what we could, dreaming of bigger and better...who'd we have believed, telling us then how fondly we would come to look back on those days now?