Friday, April 29, 2011

2 get married, 1000 go crazy

And they are married. Kate and Will. He asked and she said yes..as she would have said no after:
1. signing a confidentiality agreement with royal family
2. signing a prenuptial agreement
3.planning the wedding (booking location, inviting important people from around the world, having 3 wedding dresses as back-up till last minute, have an 8 tier cake, have air force flying over, and so many more of these)
4. give to England a day off
..and the TVs and radios all around the World say how much in love they are, what a real Cinderella story this is and how romantic their story is.

I guess marrying someone that comes with a prefix "Prince" is not just nice, it comes with a price, the Prince Price. Kate is getting into a relationship where she is presented as lesser level than her husband, and she actually signed that she agrees and accepts that. Is she really so much in love with him that she would do anything he asks for, or is she signing up her first step in personal career advancement? Did you see their kiss at the balcony? A rehersed kiss. She kissed him and then turned the head to the crowd. While he lingered his eyes for a little longer on her face. He looked at her. She looked at the crowd. When his parents kissed at the balcony, his mom was the one looking at his father. Is maybe this wedding the one that will revenge for Diana? Instead of the new girl feeling out of the place in the royal palace, will be the prince that will follow the new girl around. Maybe this is the modern love they are trying to bring in the traditional royalty.

Maybe they will be happy together till death do them apart but I do not think this is love. This is business. The new prince got a contract with a pretty girl that is behaving well around and is keeping her mouth shut about his family. The pretty girl got married with the Prince, she just has to play along nicely.




Love the little flower girl that is covering her ears from the noise!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Note to important people

So Easter is coming. Everyone is happy..some because of the religious meaning behind it, some just because of the extra vacations we get. 2 Days baby!! That means a very long weekend.
So I was trying to figure out what do we usually celebrate on our holidays. Some are around the country, like the flag day or the independence day. Some others are political or around an important political person for a country like Martin Luther King's day, or President's day or the birthday of Queen. Most of our holidays are religious, around people that are important to a religion like christmas or Easter. I am talking here about the holidays that are celebrated by non muslim countries, because on those countries the two religion examples above are out of discussion. For Christmas we get almost 1 week off and now for Easter we get 4 days. I wish Jesus was married at some point so we would have had another reason to celebrate and take some days off. The way I see it, the more achievements these important people have reached, the more days we can consider for celebration.

And here my note to the important people:
If you see that you will be or already are an important person, don't just get born and die. Don't stop there, do more! Like, get married, have a lot of children that might be important like you and then we celebrate their birthdays, build something great, make an important speach..or two, travel to other countries so they will celebrte the day you visited them.. I mean do a lot of things and give us chances to celebrate something more.


Saturday, April 2, 2011

cry baby cry

Is one of those Saturday nights when I don't have plans to go out, feel tired, feel down and need a boost. Could have gone to bed at 9 but decided to throw myself in the hands of the TV channel choices. First I caught "Finding Forrester" in the last 30 minutes. Such a good movie. Darn, I missed the part when they talk about the BMW history. And that made me think, I am not a great person. I think I am more of like that bad/envious professor that is trying to win no matter what. I so want to be like the other professor, that at the end took the matter in his hands and very nicely closed the conflict. Why am I not like that, why am I not wise and calm, why am I not easy to accept loss... Not sure if that comes with age or is already stamped on me for forever. Is the life that takes us into roller coasters and we get into the player's role and start fighting for winning.... whatever it is, win it! And then I caught "PS. I Love You", almost from start. Impossible not to cry when you watch that movie on a late Saturday night when you have no other plans and feel down. This woman that can't let go of her dead husband, and then falls in love with his best friend... it is not as plain as this, there is more there but I find another tendency of mine. Cutting stories short, connecting begining with end in the shortest way and try to put some humor in it.... hoping my humor is understood as humor. I think i get things but being practical I cut the un-necessary parts to reach the inside kernel. It is like I am constantly delivering cases with a limit of words "Please present the financial status of your company and suggest what needs to change, in 200 words". So here I am, trying to pull myself up and all I end up doing is push it even lower, compare myslef with movie characters and for some reasons, live in other peoples fictional lives. Bad. Not helping..at all. I think I like Irish guys.. if that helps for anything...probably not. So, lesson to myself: find things to do on Saturday nights, or be prepared to cry for relief.

The song at the end of the movie says:


Give me reason but don't give me choice cuz' i might make the same mistake again

Friday, April 1, 2011

Stress is stronger than hormones

Well, I will maybe give too much personal data here but I feel I have to in order to make my point. Every month, just like every other woman, I have to go through some "so" proclaimed "natural pain" that was given to us because some woman decided to bite an apple! Rather than the pain that men might assume, mine is focused on my head. I have huge headaches before and after. It is all explained scientifically based on the change of the level of hormones and their chemical effect to nerves. The pain never fails to be wrong, it is my "alarm" clock.

Last month, I felt very stressed. Work related and personal. Too much to do, too much attention on how to say what to say. The sleep did get hurt too and that affects the mood. So in short, I am happy all that is now over. But what I noticed was, the alarm clock didn't go off! Because of the stress and the muscle spasm, I might have taken here and there an Advil (it is always in my purse, like kids keep lollipops). Without taking too much care of my internal clock, I kept moving and working and do all the routine required. I kept moving like a robot until all was done. And then, without any warning, the natural cycle started and this time, with headache.


Darn stress! Is not enough that messes up with my sleep, my way of responding to others, my neck freeze, my beauty, my attention to details...it also messes up with my hormones...and Wins!! How can I train my hormones to be stronger and do what they have to do without being affected from external dependencies? It sounds like a man askign for his spermatozoids to be trained to go fast and "bulls eye" but to my point, hormones should be on our side, not against us! If stress can overcome hormones, then why do hormones overcome the rest? It is like rock-paper-scizors but paper always loosing! There seems to be no point on resting because it will not bring you any strength, it will just strengthen your hormones. But then, when stress arrives, hormones bent over.

In short, stress is bad, hormones are hores (maybe that's why the name!) and rest is the little guy that needs help and protection. Fight for your rest!


Thursday, February 17, 2011

What it takes to quit

With so many lottery systems around, hearing how someone can win millions over night, nobody can deny that for at least once, the thought of winning a lottery has crossed the mind. It is so simple, you spend very little on a ticket and you win millions.
When I grew up, I remember watching a movie called "The million dollar cheque" with Cary Grant I believe. At that time, 1M was something enormous, really life changing and moved you to the "Millionaire Club" right away. Looking on how much the money has depreciated, 1M now is not as meaningful as then. If someone that has a decent job and life wins 1 M, they will not have enough reasons to quit working. It will for sure help sort out some financial bottle neck situations, but the salary is still necessary to come every month. But, what does it really take nowadays to go the next day at work and say "I QUIT" and never look back again?
So I started thinking and considering everything around me. The win must be big enough. It has to cover for the new bigger house (that off course will require a maid to take care), different cars and probably more than one per each of us, better (read: more expensive) school for the kid, a higher life standard (read: more expensive clothes and accessories) and more vacations/trips around the World. On the other side, we must help our immediate family and friends with at least 1M. Some of the money need to be invested in order to cover for the yearly income, let's say about 100K per year. A cottage and/or beach house would be requested as well and with that a boat. At the end, I came to the conclusion, that only if I win 22M, I would go to my manager and say "I quit right here, right now" and not regret the decision. Come to think of it, wining only 1M, is more of a curse than luck because it will make you think that you can have a higher life standard when in reality you might end up with new debts because of that, which will kick you out of the "Millionaire club". Not sure if there are still "Millionaire clubs" out there, and if they really are all divorced, single or just "on the side" looking for companions on special matchmaking website services, just for their rank. I hear that there are some areas on big cities, where even if you have the money to buy a house with a certain zip code, you are not accepted if you won the money from lottery. You must have earned that money or it must have been inherited to you. At the beginning, I was a bit confused with that, but I guess I understand. They want to keep high not just the quality of their area but even their life in general, from every aspect of it. Which means, that even if I win 22M, I am still unable to change my zip code to some fancy one. Only to a decent one. But I think I can live with that. I think I can live with everything I planned to do if I win 22M. I will not stay home all day twiddling my thumbs. I will volunteer, I will follow up on things that I want to do but never found time or came to high priority. I can imagine myself doing that life and I do not mind it.
There are religions that do not bless the money won by lottery tickets or gambling because they are not won by work. There are beliefs that money changes people for bad, and sometimes I have to admit it when I see on TV rich people being cou-cou. There are so many emotional situations that make you say "All I want is good health" and then money comes in second place, and I do understand that.
But knowing it all, accepting and understand it all, I would still like to win 22M. Maybe I will be the person that will tell others "I was happier before" but I want to see it and feel it, at least once.
This is the Chinese year of Rabbit. Out of pure habit, I went and checked the predictions for my sign for this year. There was an option that based on the birthday and birth hour, you could get more specific about your sign and elements around it. I checked that and I found that, from 1 till 31 years old, I would NOT have the Luck on my side. Well, that explains a lot!. And then, from 32 to 91 years old I will NOT have the Luck and Wealth on my side. BUT, after 92 years old, the Luck was on my side. The only thing that came in my mind was the song of Morrisette:



"Isn't it ironic
don't you think
It's like rain
on your wedding day
it's a free ride
when you already paid"





And the story ends: keep working and saving, but wouldn't hurt to dream once in a while that I can be a millionaire, is just that I have to live to 92 years old. By then, someone would have killed me for living too long and bothering people around.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A young poet I like

When I grew up, some of the songs I used to listen from the local bands, where from a band that was considered "the Beatles of our country". Almost all their songs were writen by one poet, my age and very talented. At that time I didn't follow much the author's path but more the band's path. Maybe muzik is easier to follow than poetry. Maybe you listen muzik on the radio but rarely you might hear someone reading poetry. Or maybe becasue my Let teacher was never a good poetry reader, she was not one of those teachers that can stop the flies flying when they recite a poem, and I never felt able to connect with poetry in the same way I connect with story writing.
One evening, I found myself missing the songs of that band and, just as you might guess, I went on youtube and found them. Still lovely, still sweet. But this time, I stoped at the author. Darn!!! How could I have been so shallow all this time and not follow his work, what he have been writing, what is he thinking of the current life? Another thing that makes him a bit "mystiruous" is the fact that he did some academic studies in Istambul and came back a believer of Islam. In my search to find more about his latest work, I ended up finding a website where he has posted his work from 90's and later, but not very recent.
For everyone that knows my country, the famous writer that comes in mind is Ismail Kadare. There are a lot of other writers out there, published everywhere in the World, but none of them has his fame. Well, this new author, when he was 17-18, was considered and had so much promises to be the next Kadare. While Kadare has not taken a religious stand on his personal life, this guy did. And he picked the religion that in the old Europe and new America is seen as the religion with troublemaker believers.Wondering how this choice affected his fame as a promissing writer? I notice that lately he is not as discussed and pormoted as before. I believe he has open a library somewhere in the city and enjoyes living between books. If you search to find any picture of him, you will see a guy with a long bird that makes you think "How does he really look if he shaves?". When you read his early works, you set some expectations for the author. But I do not find anywhere a picture of him from that time. On the other side I can't find any of his recent works. So all I have to match, is his early writings and his current look (per say). And they do not match. I am strugling to give him more on the intellectual side or less as a romantic author. I am strugling to get more out of him .. not from the past but from now. I do not know the guy but I want to know him, have a coffee with him and maybe get a bit more of what is in his mind now, decrypt some un-writen poetry in his mind that maybe can inspire that old band to get together again and write a new song. I feel like my country is losing the next hope for Nobel price in Literature. I feel that someone needs to give that guy a push and make him write again.. about the things he used to write then, about the everyday life, love, our childhood, parts of the city.. anything, anything that can make my generation skip a heartbeat again. It is a long time I haven't skipped a heartbeat from reading something... or listening a new song.

By the way, his name is Ervin Hatibi and here is one of his poetries that I could find already translated in English. And here you can find more from his work, following the links on the left.




Untitled
Don’t waste my blood,
Someone
Was screaming at the moon while
Dying at somebody’s hands who
Went on killing him- in a blood bath; and the full
Moon was not veiled by
Clouds over the desolate path
O God, heavy is the solitude with a killer, and the moon up there,
Two, three, fifteen moons like buttons
Over his blood like living tiles

(years later) same moon
(a moon pervading women chambers)
-why that laugh says the wife to her man
(him leaned back on his bed)
-why this brooding laughing?
The man gave up, couldn’t hold it
-as a matter of fact (deep breath)
he almost sucks the moon into his throat cave
-you know how? I tell you now:
it was me who killed that guy
years ago, at night
I did him; don’t ask me how, or why. I killed him
And he was screaming: don’t waste my blood,
To the moon, as I hit him
You get it? to the moon he addressed don’t waste my blood
(wife listening is white)

the word is the wife
had a talk of it around,
and (the following is essential): news traveled,
her man was ambushed then done

grandfather told me this story
adding always (and making me blush):
-show women only what you got from waist down
never the other way up,
and so he defined the waistband of manhood,
the one to keep up breeches
and the gun
but still
grandpa somehow ignored
the part of the moon, her gravity in the story
and in all our stories of kills and women
(of eros and athanasios as they say)
‘cause there is a moon above us, above walking humans, a
torturing moon
like the truth test machine
like a lamp hanging on a morgue
under it laying dead is
you
under, and you pretending to be flesh
ghost-moon of a breast wrongly popped out of outfits
to a female child who is now a grown up
and sucks cigarettes but no human milk-
it is you
and the moon, that bothering fact that every mother
has her milk inside, such a blackmail this…
but yet you can’t just deny
grandfather’s theory:
if you tell your wife what you got from waist up
it is the same breasts:
and soon the incest has unbuttoned itself
she throws you away in disgust
runs quick to find someone
able to keep longer and hidden
darkly
his half-moons of the other side
under a checkered vest

2002 Trans : Idlir Azizi
"6", Marin Barleti, 1995

Friday, January 14, 2011

China vs. West

Someone I know, with Asian background, posted this article on Facebook. Just in case, I have also copy-pasted down here. I have also posted the thread of the comments on this post, a couple of them are mine.
From different sources, some other friends of mine, did get this article as well and looks like, everyone has read it and has something to say about it. It has been the most discussed theme of January so far. Why?
Looks like at the end, everyone feels strong about how children are raised, what should the communication between children and parents be, who should make decisions. Even single people feel strong about this, although they accept that for them is more in the theoretical side of the discussion. It's amazing how people from different backgrounds are looking for the same thing from their children; they want their children to be successful! Success means a good career! Or at least that's how it starts right after reading this article. And then after a couple of minutes in this discussion, they see the other side of the coin; the life. It sounds like the main complain of the children raised with old-style-Chinese mothers is the fact that they didn't enjoy their childhood and then later felt outcast in social areas of life. While the children raised in North America, are confident and follow what the heart tells them. But now, in our days, in the new China, Chinese mothers are shifting slowly to the Western model. They are giving more room to their children to grow up HAPPY. Funny enough, Western moms are shifting to the Chinese model and try to raise their children more career oriented.
Evolution is sorting out the extremes and is trying to bring them somewhere in the middle. There is something good in both of these methods and if we combine them, we will make it to raise children that are successful in career (whatever career they want to be) and also happy to be alive.


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Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior

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?

By AMY CHUA

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:

CAU cover Amy Chua with her daughters, Louisa and Sophia, at their home in New Haven, Conn.

• 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.

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.

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.

When it comes to parenting, the Chinese seem to produce children who display academic excellence, musical mastery and professional success - or so the stereotype goes. WSJ's Christina Tsuei speaks to two moms raised by Chinese immigrants who share what it was like growing up and how they hope to raise their children.

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." 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.

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. 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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.

[chau inside]Newborn Amy Chua in her mother's arms, a year after her parents arrived in the U.S.

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.

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." 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.

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.

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.)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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. 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.

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.

"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."

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.

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."

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.

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.

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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Some of the discussion on this post:

LL: I wasn't allowed to be outside after sunset

BN: The article did not discuss the beats... Belts, tree twigs, sandals and my personal favorite, fly swatter.

JS: you were allowed outside? :(

SA: it'd be interesting to know whether the kids with Asian parents (like in the article) who grew up in western society would be able to do the same things their parents did, to their own children.
i guess this is why more asians excel as oppo...sed to only a few? those who have potential are worked to the bone, to make sure they make use of it lawl.See More

Me: sorry to break your heart, but i like this and although i'm not asian, i do find myself functioning more as an asian mom than a western mom.

LL: ‎@J Don't get too jealous, I was allowed outside to go to school and work
@S Me too; but I don't think they would b/c of the consequences they've suffer as a result (ex. low self-esteem, being socially inept)

KL: I'm not sure any of this is as uniformly good that the article presents it as. They assume that their children are psychologically fine and let me tell you from experience that a lot of "asian" children may be "successful" but many are mise...rable and in jobs and careers they hate. Its a stereotype but there are significant social impairments that result from such a unilateral upbringing that fosters obedience over independence. success is also very fluid term. They in this article term it merely as academics which is far from true. Rote learning can be useful but there is a reason why that despite doing better than the rest of the world on aptitude tests for a very long period by now, asian countries still fall far behind in innovation. Almost every new technology company that are revolutionizing and leading the field is indeed western. why is that? Why is that despite the massively higher academic average of asian countries, it is still the fact that the best universities are in America and Europe. The fact is that there is worth in fostering creativity and independent thought. discipline is great and all but to favour discipline to such an extreme degree over any self development in personal choice creates ppl who are self controlled but have no direction or vision of their own. It just creates easily controllable ppl that are lets be honest not very well adapted to change

Me: If you try to compare extremes, you can never find a perfect solution. None of them is right. Not sure if you are seeing both sides of the story. America has good Uni-s because they have money. Have you checked on the % of the western vs as...ian graduates on these top notch American uni-s? How come there are so many Asians that graduate with high scores in the American schools where innovation and leadership is promoted and required? I have asian friends and I do not see any low self esteem on them, actually, some are way more confident than north Americans. Maybe a combo of both techniques would bring better results. I’m all for parents to ask nothing but strait As on the report cards and respect on the way communication in the family is handled. But I would let them go out on play dates, choose the instrument they like to play, be active with sports and force the decision for the school profile up to high school. The way I see it (without wanting to offend any profession), western method produces few geniuses, few comp. programmers and a lot of plumbers. While the Chinese method produces few geniuses, lot of comp. programmers and few plumbers.

KL: I'm not sure that the main determining factor or at least the only determining factor in the strength of universities are in the amount of money that flows through them. Yes the private unis in America are very wealthy but if you look at th...e rankings many publicly funded western universities which are far from being much better funded than a top asian university rank higher. yes a lot of asians graduate from western universities but that is somewhat a concession of my point, they decided to come to/ attend a western university, many of them being not from western countries. why is that? It is because Western universities ultimately do force achievement in areas beyond obedience, rote learning, and conventionally accepted choices to some extent though not to the degree that they should in my opinion. Yes the fact that asians do well in western universities is because they do have good work habits and discipline because of their upbringing but they go to western universities because they are better which is due to the fact that they expect more than that. should other "cultures" support higher achievement and work ethics, probably, but to the extreme degree of unilateral obedience the article support is ridiculous. also the very fact that "non-asian" style raised students at western universities are able to do as well or better in some cases, but were raised differently, leads to the conclusion that it is possible to succeed without the militant, control heavy, essentially brainwashing the author suggests should be emulated.
I understand that there is a lot of beneficial aspects of high expectations, but it also needs to be coupled with a understanding that A's alone do not determine worth and that failure is not catastrophic occurrence but a natural healthy manifestation of taking risks. Failure should not be feared or berated just as much as excellence should be pursued. the article def presents a ridiculous level of parental control, though I'm hardly advocating parents be blase about their children's success. I feel that the best route is encouraging high achievement while also supporting personal growth, independence and choice. The statement that I feel most opposed to is the one in the article that underlies much of what I feel the argument the author pursues is, which is that children have no idea of what is "good" for them and thus need to be completely ignored. children in my opinion are not to be molded in fordian mass production factory but to be guided with the explicit understanding that ultimately their lives are theirs to live and that their choices are ultimately of utmost importance. In the end I do not believe anyone wants to be directing their children's future forever but the article seems to think that children are only suited to make decisions when their decisions will be exactly that of the parents. If that was ever possible are desirable society would be pretty much doomed. Culture, society, technology, and economy evolve, and if I may be optimistic, get better, for the very reason that children have consistently chosen on very core matters of value differently from what their parents would have fundamentally determined as "good". Ignoring what children want in their lives is implicitly saying that the parents are always right which I dont think anyone would want to support. If your children do not have a good work habit then, yes teach them, convince them, find something they are interested in pursuing in which to help them be successful at while maintaining competence in the basic core abilities, but to brainwash them and break them so they bend explicitly to your will and become exactly what you want them to be is besides the point of parenting in my mind. You also have to remember that computer programming was not always a viable career or seen as a "good" life choice or something desirable. Many parents thought in the past that their children who were wasting their time on computers were wasting their lives and lacked the "good" sense to become doctors and lawyers. If it was left to "Chinese" mother's the software and personal computer industry would not have ever developed since both industries came to be because ppl/children against their parents best wishes devoted time to a hobby and thus created the technology that was later adapted by business for better "economic" use. InfoTech as we know it today did not arise to solve business problems. it arised through "pointless" personal indulgence in a "non-worthy" activity which was later co-opted and made lucrative through business applications, often by the very same ppl who "wasted" their lives developing their ability at what everyone else thought was a bad and useless activity.

LL: Holy shit, K

KL: too much? I don't know, I guess I'm just passionate about the issue and the fact that the article really pissed me off

AK: i see your point and you are right, at some point parents do have to let children take control of their lives. Hope you are pissed only with the author and not with me :)

KL: lol, I'm not pissed off at you at all. It's just that the article had this somewhat presumptuous tone where of course everyone else who didn't embrace the "chinese" mother's parenting was obviously wrong.