Why chinese mothers are superior by amy chua pdf

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(1) Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior

by Amy Chua

The Wall Street Journal Online: The Saturday Essay January 8, 2011

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704111504576059713528698754.html

Can a regimen of no playdates, no TV, no computer games and hours of music practice

create happy kids? And what happens when they fight back?

A lot of people wonder how Chinese parents raise such stereotypically successful kids. They

wonder what these parents do to produce so many math whizzes and music prodigies, what it’s like

inside the family, and whether they could do it too. Well, I can tell them, because I’ve done it. Here

are some things my daughters, Sophia and Louisa, were never allowed to do:

• attend a sleepover

• have a playdate

• be in a school play

• complain about not being in a school play

• watch TV or play computer games

• choose their own extracurricular activities

• get any grade less than an A

• not be the No. 1 student in every subject except gym and drama

• play any instrument other than the piano or violin

• not play the piano or violin.

(2) I’m using the term “Chinese mother” loosely. I know some Korean, Indian, Jamaican, Irish

and Ghanaian parents who qualify too. Conversely, I know some mothers of Chinese heritage,

almost always born in the West, who are not Chinese mothers, by choice or otherwise. I’m also

using the term “Western parents” loosely. Western parents come in all varieties.

(3) All the same, even when Western parents think they’re being strict, they usually don’t come

close to being Chinese mothers. For example, my Western friends who consider themselves strict

make their children practice their instruments 30 minutes every day. An hour at most. For a Chinese

mother, the first hour is the easy part. It’s hours two and three that get tough.

(4) Despite our squeamishness about cultural stereotypes, there are tons of studies out there

showing marked and quantifiable differences between Chinese and Westerners when it comes to

parenting. In one study of 50 Western American mothers and 48 Chinese immigrant mothers, almost

70% of the Western mothers said either that “stressing academic success is not good for children” or

that “parents need to foster the idea that learning is fun.” (5) By contrast, roughly 0% of the Chinese

mothers felt the same way. Instead, the vast majority of the Chinese mothers said that they believe

their children can be “the best” students, that “academic achievement reflects successful parenting,”

and that if children did not excel at school then there was “a problem” and parents “were not doing

their job.” Other studies indicate that compared to Western parents, Chinese parents spend

approximately 10 times as long every day drilling academic activities with their children. By

contrast, Western kids are more likely to participate in sports teams.

(6) What Chinese parents understand is that nothing is fun until you’re good at it. To get good

at anything you have to work, and children on their own never want to work, which is why it is

crucial to override their preferences. This often requires fortitude on the part of the parents because

the child will resist; things are always hardest at the beginning, which is where Western parents tend

to give up. But if done properly, the Chinese strategy produces a virtuous circle. (7) Tenacious

practice, practice, practice is crucial for excellence; rote repetition is underrated in America. Once a

child starts to excel at something – whether it’s math, piano, pitching or ballet – he or she gets

praise, admiration and satisfaction. This builds confidence and makes the once not-fun activity fun.

This in turn makes it easier for the parent to get the child to work even more.

(8) Chinese parents can get away with things that Western parents can’t. Once when I was

young – maybe more than once – when I was extremely disrespectful to my mother, my father

angrily called me “garbage” in our native Hokkien dialect. It worked really well. I felt terrible and

deeply ashamed of what I had done. But it didn’t damage my self-esteem or anything like that. I

knew exactly how highly he thought of me. I didn’t actually think I was worthless or feel like a

piece of garbage.

(9) As an adult, I once did the same thing to Sophia, calling her garbage in English when she

acted extremely disrespectfully toward me. When I mentioned that I had done this at a dinner party,

I was immediately ostracized. One guest named Marcy got so upset she broke down in tears and had

to leave early. My friend Susan, the host, tried to rehabilitate me with the remaining guests.

(10) The fact is that Chinese parents can do things that would seem unimaginable – even

legally actionable – to Westerners. Chinese mothers can say to their daughters, “Hey fatty – lose

some weight.” By contrast, Western parents have to tiptoe around the issue, talking in terms of

“health” and never ever mentioning the f-word, and their kids still end up in therapy for eating

disorders and negative self-image. (I also once heard a Western father toast his adult daughter by

calling her “beautiful and incredibly competent.” She later told me that made her feel like garbage.)

(11) Chinese parents can order their kids to get straight As. Western parents can only ask their

kids to try their best. Chinese parents can say, “You’re lazy. All your classmates are getting ahead of

you.” By contrast, Western parents have to struggle with their own conflicted feelings about

achievement, and try to persuade themselves that they’re not disappointed about how their kids

turned out.

I’ve thought long and hard about how Chinese parents can get away with what they do. I think

there are three big differences between the Chinese and Western parental mind-sets.

(12) First, I’ve noticed that Western parents are extremely anxious about their children’s

self-esteem. They worry about how their children will feel if they fail at something, and they

constantly try to reassure their children about how good they are notwithstanding a mediocre

performance on a test or at a recital. In other words, Western parents are concerned about their

children’s psyches. Chinese parents aren’t. They assume strength, not fragility, and as a result they

behave very differently.

(13) For example, if a child comes home with an A-minus on a test, a Western parent will most

likely praise the child. The Chinese mother will gasp in horror and ask what went wrong. If the

child comes home with a B on the test, some Western parents will still praise the child. Other

Western parents will sit their child down and express disapproval, but they will be careful not to

make their child feel inadequate or insecure, and they will not call their child “stupid,” “worthless”

or “a disgrace.” (14) Privately, the Western parents may worry that their child does not test well or

have aptitude in the subject or that there is something wrong with the curriculum and possibly the

whole school. If the child’s grades do not improve, they may eventually schedule a meeting with the

school principal to challenge the way the subject is being taught or to call into question the

teacher’s credentials.

(15) If a Chinese child gets a B – which would never happen – there would first be a screaming,

hair-tearing explosion. The devastated Chinese mother would then get dozens, maybe hundreds of

practice tests and work through them with her child for as long as it takes to get the grade up to an

A.

(16) Chinese parents demand perfect grades because they believe that their child can get them.

If their child doesn’t get them, the Chinese parent assumes it’s because the child didn’t work hard

enough. That’s why the solution to substandard performance is always to excoriate, punish and

shame the child. The Chinese parent believes that their child will be strong enough to take the

shaming and to improve from it. (And when Chinese kids do excel, there is plenty of ego-inflating

parental praise lavished in the privacy of the home.)

(17) Second, Chinese parents believe that their kids owe them everything. The reason for this

is a little unclear, but it’s probably a combination of Confucian filial piety and the fact that the

parents have sacrificed and done so much for their children. (And it’s true that Chinese mothers get

in the trenches, putting in long grueling hours personally tutoring, training, interrogating and spying

on their kids.) Anyway, the understanding is that Chinese children must spend their lives repaying

their parents by obeying them and making them proud.

(18) By contrast, I don’t think most Westerners have the same view of children being

permanently indebted to their parents. My husband, Jed, actually has the opposite view. “Children

don’t choose their parents,” he once said to me. “They don’t even choose to be born. It’s parents

who foist life on their kids, so it’s the parents’ responsibility to provide for them. Kids don’t owe

their parents anything. Their duty will be to their own kids.” This strikes me as a terrible deal for the

Western parent.

(19) Third, Chinese parents believe that they know what is best for their children and therefore

override all of their children’s own desires and preferences. That’s why Chinese daughters can’t

have boyfriends in high school and why Chinese kids can’t go to sleepaway camp. It’s also why no

Chinese kid would ever dare say to their mother, “I got a part in the school play! I’m Villager

Number Six. I’ll have to stay after school for rehearsal every day from 3:00 to 7:00, and I’ll also

need a ride on weekends.” God help any Chinese kid who tried that one.

(20) Don’t get me wrong: It’s not that Chinese parents don’t care about their children. Just the

opposite. They would give up anything for their children. It’s just an entirely different parenting

model.

Here’s a story in favor of coercion, Chinese-style. Lulu was about 7, still playing two

instruments, and working on a piano piece called “The Little White Donkey” by the French

composer Jacques Ibert. The piece is really cute – you can just imagine a little donkey ambling

along a country road with its master – but it’s also incredibly difficult for young players because the

two hands have to keep schizophrenically different rhythms.

(21) Lulu couldn’t do it. We worked on it nonstop for a week, drilling each of her hands

separately, over and over. But whenever we tried putting the hands together, one always morphed

into the other, and everything fell apart. Finally, the day before her lesson, Lulu announced in

exasperation that she was giving up and stomped off.

“Get back to the piano now,” I ordered.

“You can’t make me.”

“Oh yes, I can.”

(22) Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay. She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the

music score and tore it to shreds. I taped the score back together and encased it in a plastic shield so

that it could never be destroyed again. Then I hauled Lulu’s dollhouse to the car and told her I’d

donate it to the Salvation Army piece by piece if she didn’t have “The Little White Donkey” perfect

by the next day. (23) When Lulu said, “I thought you were going to the Salvation Army, why are

you still here?” I threatened her with no lunch, no dinner, no Christmas or Hanukkah presents, no

birthday parties for two, three, four years. When she still kept playing it wrong, I told her she was

purposely working herself into a frenzy because she was secretly afraid she couldn’t do it. I told her

to stop being lazy, cowardly, self-indulgent and pathetic.

(24) Jed took me aside. He told me to stop insulting Lulu – which I wasn’t even doing, I was

just motivating her – and that he didn’t think threatening Lulu was helpful. Also, he said, maybe

Lulu really just couldn’t do the technique – perhaps she didn’t have the coordination yet – had I

considered that possibility?

“You just don’t believe in her,” I accused.

“That’s ridiculous,” Jed said scornfully. “Of course I do.”

“Sophia could play the piece when she was this age.”

“But Lulu and Sophia are different people,” Jed pointed out.

(25) “Oh no, not this,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Everyone is special in their special own way,” I

mimicked sarcastically. “Even losers are special in their own special way. Well don’t worry, you

don’t have to lift a finger. I’m willing to put in as long as it takes, and I’m happy to be the one hated.

And you can be the one they adore because you make them pancakes and take them to Yankees

games.”

(26) I rolled up my sleeves and went back to Lulu. I used every weapon and tactic I could think

of. We worked right through dinner into the night, and I wouldn’t let Lulu get up, not for water, not

even to go to the bathroom. The house became a war zone, and I lost my voice yelling, but still

there seemed to be only negative progress, and even I began to have doubts.

Then, out of the blue, Lulu did it. Her hands suddenly came together – her right and left hands

each doing their own imperturbable thing – just like that.

(27) Lulu realized it the same time I did. I held my breath. She tried it tentatively again. Then

she played it more confidently and faster, and still the rhythm held. A moment later, she was

beaming.

“Mommy, look – it’s easy!” After that, she wanted to play the piece over and over and

wouldn’t leave the piano. That night, she came to sleep in my bed, and we snuggled and hugged,

cracking each other up. When she performed “The Little White Donkey” at a recital a few weeks

later, parents came up to me and said, “What a perfect piece for Lulu – it’s so spunky and so her.”

(28) Even Jed gave me credit for that one. Western parents worry a lot about their children’s

self-esteem. But as a parent, one of the worst things you can do for your child’s self-esteem is to let

them give up. On the flip side, there’s nothing better for building confidence than learning you can

do something you thought you couldn’t.

(29) There are all these new books out there portraying Asian mothers as scheming, callous,

overdriven people indifferent to their kids’ true interests. For their part, many Chinese secretly

believe that they care more about their children and are willing to sacrifice much more for them

than Westerners, who seem perfectly content to let their children turn out badly. I think it’s a

misunderstanding on both sides. All decent parents want to do what’s best for their children. The

Chinese just have a totally different idea of how to do that.

(30) Western parents try to respect their children’s individuality, encouraging them to pursue

their true passions, supporting their choices, and providing positive reinforcement and a nurturing

environment. By contrast, the Chinese believe that the best way to protect their children is by

preparing them for the future, letting them see what they’re capable of, and arming them with skills,

work habits and inner confidence that no one can ever take away.

Amy Chua is a professor at Yale Law School and author of “Day of Empire” and “World on Fire: How

Exporting Free Market Democracy Breeds Ethnic Hatred and Global Instability.” This essay is excerpted from “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” by Amy Chua, to be published Tuesday by the Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Copyright © 2011 by Amy Chua.

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(31) Is Amy Chua right when she explains “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior” in an op/ed

in the Wall Street Journal?

The article puts forward a very strong view on behalf of Chinese/Chinese-American mothers

who hold their children to rigorous and demanding standards even if that requires using abusive

language as “motivation” (author’s words)

I was interested in hearing the viewpoints of those who have had a mother with the

characteristics that Amy Chua advocates. Did you think you benefited from it, were hurt by it or

experienced a mix of the two?

Based on this WSJ article: http://on.wsj.com/ChineseTigerMom

(32) Reader responses:

(a) Christine Lu, Co-Founder & CEO, Affinity China (launching 2011)

(1) No. Chinese mothers are not superior. It’s clear that the author Amy Chua has a new book

out and linkbait headlines in the WSJ will help her sell them. I understand she uses the term

“Chinese Mother” to represent a certain parenting style – one that I am very familiar with from

personal experience.

(33) Here’s my take on it. My family immigrated to the U.S. from Taiwan in the 70s. My

mother was a stay-at-home mom raising 4 kids and was stereotypical strict. I lived in that household

where getting a B on your report card was a sign of failure. A lot of focus and pressure was placed

on the first child – my older sister – in the hopes that she would set an example for the rest of us. In

a very painful hindsight I think you can say too much emphasis was placed on molding my sister

into the example my mother wanted the rest of us to follow. I don’t blame her as she did the best she

could to raise us in the U.S. in the style that she was raised ...in Taiwan.

(34) There’s a culture clash you can’t overlook here. The “superior” Chinese mother in my life

had a strictly results-driven, merit-based mindset and a heavy emphasis on test scores, achievements

and report cards being able to show that her daughter was better than everyone else in the class –

which in turn was a reflection on her success as a parent. However, the environment in which she

raised us in was a different country. One that she has honestly never gotten used to or felt

comfortable in living in. (35) To her, the idea of having her children become “Americanized” was

looked down upon as failure. The idea of allowing a more flexible stance, a softer tone or an

expression of individualism was out of the question. This duality of living in a very “Chinese”

household and going to school where our American teachers taught us to be free-thinking and

creative were constantly at odds with each other growing up.

Drawing from personal experience, the reason why I don’t feel this works is because I’ve seen

an outcome that Amy Chua, the author fails to address or perhaps has yet to experience.

(36) My big sister was what I used to jealously call “every Asian parent’s wet dream come

true” (excuse the crassness, but it really does sum up the resentment I used to feel towards her). She

got straight As. Skipped 5th grade. Perfect SAT score. Varsity swim team. Student council.

Advanced level piano. Harvard early admission. An international post with the Boston Consulting

Group in Hong Kong before returning to the U.S. for her Harvard MBA. Six-figure salary. Oracle.

Peoplesoft. Got engaged to a PhD. Bought a home. Got married.

(37) Her life summed up in one paragraph above.

Her death summed up in one paragraph below.

Committed suicide a month after her wedding at the age of 30 after hiding her depression for 2

years. She ran a plastic tube from the tailpipe of her car into the window. Sat there and died of

carbon monoxide poisoning in the garage of her new home in San Francisco. Her husband found

her after coming home from work. A post-it note stuck on the dashboard as her suicide note saying

sorry and that she loved everyone.

(38) Mine is an extreme example of course. But 6 years since her passing, I can tell you that

the notion of the “superior Chinese mother” that my mom carried with her also died with my sister

on October 28, 2004. If you were to ask my mom today if this style of parenting worked for her,

she’ll point to a few boxes of report cards, trophies, piano books, photo albums and Harvard

degrees and gladly trade it all to have my sister back.

(39) For every success story that has resulted from the “Chinese mothers” style of parenting,

there are chapters that have yet to unfold. The author can speak to her example of how it’s worked

for her but it’ll be interesting to see how long you can keep that gig up and pass it down until

something gives.

(40) As a responsibility to herself as a “superior Chinese mother”, I think Amy Chua should do

a bit of research outside her comfort zone and help readers understand why Asian-American

females have one of the highest rates of suicide in the U.S. – I bet many of you didn’t know that. I

didn’t until after the fact. It’d make a good follow up book to this one she’s currently profiting from.

(41) A few years ago I got up the guts to begin sharing the story of my sister because the more

I learned about depression and suicide following her death, I found myself growing increasingly

frustrated with the stigma of depression in our society. I was also shocked to learn that

Asian-American females had one of the highest suicide rates in the U.S.

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(42) I have personally helped 2 young women in the last few years who reached out to me as a

result of sharing my story. Both the “perfect” daughters of “superior Chinese mothers” who were

sharp Ivy League grads hiding their depression from their families and friends. I was also able to

play a role in preventing the suicide of a friend of mine several months ago because of the

awareness I’ve developed about depression and suicide since my sister’s passing.

(43) I want to clarify again that my sister’s story is an extreme example that hits home for me.

I’m not trying to say that strict “Chinese mother” style parenting was solely the cause that lead to

her depression and suicide nor will it result in all kids burning out later on in life.

But I do hope it shows that this parenting style isn’t a proven template that results in all kids

turning into the success stories that author Amy Chua gives herself credit for raising.

(44) UPDATE: I emailed author Amy Chua this evening (1/9). Expressed my disappointment about

the WSJ piece and pointed to this Quora thread. To my surprise I received a prompt reply

from her that said:

Dear Christine: Thank you for taking the time to write me, and I’m

so sorry about your sister. I did not choose the title of the WSJ

excerpt, and I don’t believe that there is only one good way of raising

children. The actual book is more nuanced, and much of it is about

my decision to retreat from the “strict Chinese immigrant”

model.

Best of luck to you,

Amy Chua

(45) Well, the editor at the WSJ who made up the headline ...and her publisher must be happy

at all the buzz and traffic this excerpt has gotten. Unfortunately, I think it comes at the expense of

being able to get across the “nuance” she speaks of and definitely doesn’t indicate that she has since

retreated from the “strict Chinese immigrant” model we’re all debating. Clearly it’s because we’re

all expected to buy the book. I get it. Hit a nerve. Drive traffic to WSJ. Make her look evil. Penguin

sells books. She gets a cut and gets to say she was just kidding about being a superior Chinese

mother. Everyone profits there. Is that the play? Whatever.

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(b) Yishan Wong

http://www.quora.com/Parenting/Is-Amy-Chua-right-when-she-explains-Why-Chinese-Mothers-Ar

e-Superior-in-an-op-ed-in-the-Wall-Street-Journal

I have a 3-year-old and 1-year-old. The parent depicted in Amy Chua’s WSJ excerpt

(apparently just a provocative excerpt intended to drive sales of the book; see Christine Lu’s answer)

is the parental equivalent of a demanding, yet incompetent executive or manager. Such people

understand that high standards and pushing your employees (or children) are necessary, but are

totally at a loss about how to do it without breaking down human morale in the process. (47) Such

methods lead to short-term performance gains but no long-term success. I’ve known managers like

this, who excoriate and belittle their underlings in an attempt to “motivate” them, and their people

will certainly move forward, but always only to avoid further punishment. However, it never results

in long-term greatness. Treating children in the same way has similar results.

(48) I am also a child that is the envy of my parents’ friends – “Carnegie-Mellon! Director of

Engineering at Facebook! He plays the piano so well! Two grandchildren!” By the time my parents’

friends got around to asking them if I was considering going to work for Google, the answer they

got was that Google was already passé and I was on to the next great thing, a company they’d not

yet heard of. By now I look like a genius, and when Facebook IPOs, there’s a possibility that I will

do pretty well by Chinese parent standards.

(49) I had similar experiences with my mother when I was learning piano. She would sit with

me for hours, correcting every little mistake I would make and pressing me repeatedly to get the

song right. It was terrible and oppressive. Eventually I would perform to her satisfaction, and after

years passed I attained a near-concert-pianist level of piano talent. I was the envy of other Chinese

parents, who would admiringly ask my mom who my piano teacher was. However, my talent can

only be described as robotic – my ability to play the piano is restricted solely to pure technical

mimicry, devoid of any emotion. (50) At one point, I attended a “piano camp” with other equally

talented white students, and what struck me is that those students actually practiced for hours

because they loved music, and genuinely practiced for hour after exhausting hour because they

couldn’t get enough of the emotional expression that piano afforded them. Piano held none of that

for me – through rote practice, I had simply acquired the ability to simulate true talent – when I had

to begin adding subtle pauses and fermatas to my playing to indicate emotional expression, I would

simply do so as instructed – and enough to fool the judges in the various piano competitions into

which I would occasionally be entered. I won some of those competitions, again to the envy of

other Chinese parents.

(51) Today, the emotionally draining oppression of 11 years of piano training has had a

remarkably tragic effect: I can no longer play the piano without almost immediately feeling a

sensation of impotent rage and frustration every time I make a small error (which happens all the

time when you are trying out something new). Worse, the association of this feeling with music in

general has made it so that I can’t enjoy music to any deep degree – my appreciation of music

extends only to light listening of pop songs in the car – despite years of technical training and

knowledge of classical forms. After coming to this realization consciously a year ago, I’ve tried to

overcome this by purchasing a keyboard (see What is the best 88-key electronic piano available?)

and allowing myself to play “without obligation to getting it correct.” I tried in vain for a few weeks

and then the novelty of the keyboard wore off; today the keyboard sits unused in our living room.

(52) My mother was similarly overbearing when it came to teaching me Chinese. Today my

technical grounding in understanding spoken Chinese is pretty good, and in a pinch I can speak

Mandarin without much of an accent. However, I have an extremely strong mental block against

doing so – I will almost never do it voluntarily or for fun in conversation; when hanging out with

other ethnic Chinese people I will speak in English and (perhaps more concerningly), I have a

strange psychological aversion to speaking in Chinese to my own children, despite even the

exhortations of my wife that doing so would be good for them.

(53) In contrast, my parents were relatively restrictive and discouraging of my spending time

on the computer and playing video games. Video games were restricted only to the weekends, and

spending a lot of time on the computer was discouraged and generally thought of as an indulgence.

As I became a little older, it seemed to become apparent to them that maybe computer programming

was actually a viable career path, so in my early teen years my dad made some minimal efforts to

encourage me by buying me a couple programming books, but otherwise still left me alone and

occasionally continued to frown at how often I was just using the computer to play games. Being on

the computer was one of my favorite ways to spend time, at least until I discovered girls.

(54) The rest is history – I went to Carnegie-Mellon for computer science, finally being

allowed to spend all the time I wanted on a computer, and luckily found my way into an industry

where my passion is one that is pretty highly-paid.

I would characterize my parents’ efforts as having been only halfway what Amy Chua

describes: they pushed very strongly in a few areas (piano and Chinese), while doing a half-assed

job in others (e.g. allowing me to have friends and dating, frowning vaguely at the computer). The

result is that my life today is almost devoid of piano or other forms of music, as well as any actual

speaking of Chinese, despite retaining high technical skill in both of those – e.g. when I was sent to

China by Facebook with a couple of non-Chinese colleagues in 2008, I was able to converse with

our native Chinese driver to get us to our hotel after we got lost. (55) In contrast, I developed

considerable skill in computers and – especially compared to my Chinese peers –

relationship-building, communication, and people-management skills. The fact that they were

relatively liberal during my teen years in allowing me to have a social life (and by social life I mean

“chasing girls and staying out late”) had a direct effect on developing my ability to communicate

and connect with people, including later my ability to manage people and organizations.

My parents today are proud of what I’ve become, and when their overbearing-parent friends

ask what their secret was, they proudly “brag” that it was because they didn’t push me too hard and

let me do my own thing. I’ve avoided speaking to them about the piano or Chinese thing.

(56) What I see among other Chinese children who I was raised alongside or who I see now in

workplaces today is that this method of Chinese parenting is great at producing skilled and

compliant knowledge workers, but it utterly fails to produce children who can achieve greatness,

remake industries, or come up with disruptive innovation. All the Chinese-American people I know

who now perform at the highest levels – both creatively and technically – either achieved this

without being driven to it by their parents (ask Niniane Wang about her upbringing) or in rebellion

against the paths their parents set out for them. The others – the skilled and compliant mediocre –

make superb employees for the truly great, and if that is what their parents consider “successful,”

then that’s exactly what they’ll get.

Postscript: I am currently not speaking to my parents (for reasons only semi-related and more

complex than the things described in this answer). This might change, but it’s indicative of the sort

of relationship I have now with them.

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Why I love my strict Chinese mom

The teenager at the center of NYC’s hottest controversy speaks out in defense of her mother

By Sophia Chua-Rubenfeld Reported by Mandy Stadtmiller

Posted: 11:29 PM, January 17, 2011 Last Updated: 11:36 AM, January 18, 2011

http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/why_love_my_strict_chinese_mom_uUvfmLcA5eteY0u2

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Everybody’s talking about the birthday cards we once made for you, which you rejected

because they weren’t good enough. Funny how some people are convinced that Lulu and I are

scarred for life. Maybe if I had poured my heart into it, I would have been upset. But let’s face it:

The card was feeble, and I was busted. It took me 30 seconds; I didn’t even sharpen the pencil.

That’s why, when you rejected it, I didn’t feel you were rejecting me. If I actually tried my best at

something, you’d never throw it back in my face.

(58) I remember walking on stage for a piano competition. I was so nervous, and you

whispered, “Soso, you worked as hard as you could. It doesn’t matter how you do.”

Everybody seems to think art is spontaneous. But Tiger Mom, you taught me that even

creativity takes effort. I guess I was a little different from other kids in grade school, but who says

that’s a bad thing? Maybe I was just lucky to have nice friends. They used to put notes in my

backpack that said “Good luck at the competition tomorrow! You’ll be great!” They came to my

piano recitals – mostly for the dumplings you made afterwards – and I started crying when I heard

them yelling “bravo!” at Carnegie Hall.

(59) When I got to high school, you realized it was time to let me grow up a little. All the girls

started wearing makeup in ninth grade. I walked to CVS to buy some and taught myself how to use

it. It wasn’t a big deal. You were surprised when I came down to dinner wearing eyeliner, but you

didn’t mind. You let me have that rite of passage.

Another criticism I keep hearing is that you’re somehow promoting tunnel vision, but you and

Daddy taught me to pursue knowledge for its own sake. In junior year, I signed myself up for a

military-history elective (yes, you let me take lots of classes besides math and physics). (60) One of

our assignments was to interview someone who had experienced war. I knew I could get a good

grade interviewing my grandparents, whose childhood stories about World War II I’d heard a

thousand times. I mentioned it to you, and you said, “Sophia, this is an opportunity to learn

something new. You’re taking the easy way out.” You were right, Tiger Mom. In the end, I

interviewed a terrifying Israeli paratrooper whose story changed my outlook on life. I owe that

experience to you.

There’s one more thing: I think the desire to live a meaningful life is universal. To some people,

it’s working toward a goal. To others, it’s enjoying every minute of every day. (61) So what does it

really mean to live life to the fullest? Maybe striving to win a Nobel Prize and going skydiving are

just two sides of the same coin. To me, it’s not about achievement or self-gratification. It’s about

knowing that you’ve pushed yourself, body and mind, to the limits of your own potential. You feel

it when you’re sprinting, and when the piano piece you’ve practiced for hours finally comes to life

beneath your fingertips. You feel it when you encounter a life-changing idea, and when you do

something on your own that you never thought you could. If I died tomorrow, I would die feeling

I’ve lived my whole life at 110 percent.

And for that, Tiger Mom, thank you.

4.

(62)

Amy Chua Is a Wimp

By DAVID BROOKS Op-Ed Columnist

Published: January 17, 2011

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/18/opinion/18brooks.html

Sometime early last week, a large slice of educated America decided that Amy Chua is a

menace to society. Chua, as you probably know, is the Yale professor who has written a bracing

critique of what she considers the weak, cuddling American parenting style.

Josh Haner/The New York Times

(63) Chua didn’t let her own girls go out on play dates or sleepovers. She didn’t let them watch

TV or play video games or take part in garbage activities like crafts. Once, one of her daughters

came in second to a Korean kid in a math competition, so Chua made the girl do 2,000 math

problems a night until she regained her supremacy. Once, her daughters gave her birthday cards of

insufficient quality. Chua rejected them and demanded new cards. Once, she threatened to burn all

of one of her daughter’s stuffed animals unless she played a piece of music perfectly.

As a result, Chua’s daughters get straight As and have won a series of musical competitions.

(64) In her book, “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother,” Chua delivers a broadside against

American parenting even as she mocks herself for her own extreme “Chinese” style. She says

American parents lack authority and produce entitled children who aren’t forced to live up to their

abilities.

(65) The furious denunciations began flooding my in-box a week ago. Chua plays into

America’s fear of national decline. Here’s a Chinese parent working really hard (and, by the way,

there are a billion more of her) and her kids are going to crush ours. Furthermore (and this Chua

doesn’t appreciate), she is not really rebelling against American-style parenting; she is the logical

extension of the prevailing elite practices. She does everything over-pressuring upper-middle-class

parents are doing. She’s just hard core.

(66) Her critics echoed the familiar themes. Her kids can’t possibly be happy or truly creative.

They’ll grow up skilled and compliant but without the audacity to be great. She’s destroying their

love for music. There’s a reason Asian-American women between the ages of 15 and 24 have such

high suicide rates.

(67) I have the opposite problem with Chua. I believe she’s coddling her children. She’s

protecting them from the most intellectually demanding activities because she doesn’t understand

what’s cognitively difficult and what isn’t.

(68) Practicing a piece of music for four hours requires focused attention, but it is nowhere

near as cognitively demanding as a sleepover with 14-year-old girls. Managing status rivalries,

negotiating group dynamics, understanding social norms, navigating the distinction between self

and group – these and other social tests impose cognitive demands that blow away any intense

tutoring session or a class at Yale.

(69) Yet mastering these arduous skills is at the very essence of achievement. Most people

work in groups. We do this because groups are much more efficient at solving problems than

individuals (swimmers are often motivated to have their best times as part of relay teams, not in

individual events). Moreover, the performance of a group does not correlate well with the average

I.Q. of the group or even with the I.Q.’s of the smartest members.

(70) Researchers at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Carnegie Mellon have

found that groups have a high collective intelligence when members of a group are good at reading

each others’ emotions – when they take turns speaking, when the inputs from each member are

managed fluidly, when they detect each others’ inclinations and strengths.

(71) Participating in a well-functioning group is really hard. It requires the ability to trust

people outside your kinship circle, read intonations and moods, understand how the psychological

pieces each person brings to the room can and cannot fit together.

(72) This skill set is not taught formally, but it is imparted through arduous experiences. These

are exactly the kinds of difficult experiences Chua shelters her children from by making them rush

home to hit the homework table.

(73) Chua would do better to see the classroom as a cognitive break from the truly arduous

tests of childhood. Where do they learn how to manage people? Where do they learn to construct

and manipulate metaphors? Where do they learn to perceive details of a scene the way a hunter

reads a landscape? Where do they learn how to detect their own shortcomings? Where do they learn

how to put themselves in others’ minds and anticipate others’ reactions?

These and a million other skills are imparted by the informal maturity process and are not

developed if formal learning monopolizes a child’s time.

(74) So I’m not against the way Chua pushes her daughters. And I loved her book as a

courageous and thought-provoking read. It’s also more supple than her critics let on. I just wish she

wasn’t so soft and indulgent. I wish she recognized that in some important ways the school cafeteria

is more intellectually demanding than the library. And I hope her daughters grow up to write their

own books, and maybe learn the skills to better anticipate how theirs will be received.