When asked about my nationality, it is not enough just to say, "I am American." There is often a follow-up question such as "No really, what are you?" This happens more often abroad than here in the U.S.
It is without hesitation that I volunteer my ancestry.
I am a follower of the Swedish saying: "If you want to grow, don't cut off your roots."
But, to be honest, saying "I am of Armenian descent" does not carry the same panache as saying "My grandparents were from Florence," or the sophistication of having roots in the Burgundy region of France. It does not even carry the same aura of tracing one's roots to ancient Persia. And of course, claiming one's ancestors may have mingled with Plato and Aristotle is in a league of its own.
But we are what we are, and there is no use in denying one's heritage. Besides, it's not even cool to do that any more. I don't even think it's very American and System of a Down wouldn't approve of it either.