“…The people you date aren’t necessarily the people you end up loving and that’s okay. There will be different kinds of people who enter your life at certain times. You date someone who hates you when you hate yourself. Afterwards, you date someone who loves you too much to make it all better. The goal is to eventually have your shit sorted out so you can love someone just because they’re lovely and make you happy. That’s it. I love you; you love me. The end.”
I applied for an alternative spring break trip to Baltimore; worked on the application over winter break, submitted it last week, and went to an interview on Tuesday. Heard back from the trip coordinator…got in, like a boss. I only saw three names on the congratulatory email though, which is weird since these trips usually have 15-20 students.
As far as I know, over spring break, I will be volunteering at various clinics in Baltimore. I don’t know specifics beyond that; I’m assuming I’ll find out more at orientation. Furthermore, I will be visiting an aquarium (wtheck? well I guess there isn’t much to do outside because of the freezing weather) as well as taking a tour of Washington DC. I’m really looking forward to it :)
I went to practice racquetball on my own today, and I was approached by this pretty big guy who wanted to play with me. I hadn’t had a challenger in awhile so I obliged. He was GOOD; I lost 13-15. He later introduced himself to me as Kyle.
Kyle is the captain of the USC men’s soccer team (club team since USC doesn’t have an NCAA Division I men’s soccer team). Pretty coooool.
I am Asian American. I attest that this is parenting method is a crapshoot as much as any other style of parenting, though I suppose me simply saying that proves very little.
I see value in whatever she is trying to teach her children.
There’s something funky with the assumptions and implications of her argument, though. I will begin to tear this thing to pieces for my friends, but i would like the folly of this piece broadcasted by someone who i know can shred it in a devastating manner.
Some words from the wise one?
Amy Chua is a righteous bitch. That’s fine. She’s earned it. This self described tiger mother is a professor of law at Yale, and she’s raised two overachieving daughters. Good for her, but is her parenting philosophy or her daughter’s achievements evidence of her superiority as a mother? Fuck no. They are merely evidence of her methodology, and her claim of superiority is pure arrogance.
Her entire argument is a sweeping value judgment, one that she’s free to make, but at the end of the day, one that’s entirely subjective, inherently egocentric, and even a wee bit racist. I know that’s a loaded word, but I mean it in a dry, academic sense. Chua’s heart isn’t filled with hate or anything. Just contempt.
Her article is titled, “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior.” Well, imagine if another Ivy League professor had written a similar article. Imagine, for instance, if Cornel West had written one titled, “Why Black Musicians Are Superior” or if Paul Krugman had written, “Why Jewish Bankers Are Superior.” They’d be eaten alive for saying that shit, but Chua gets away with the same level of culturally biased nonsense because she’s an Asian woman.
Again, fine. Whatever. According to her value system, Chinese mothers are indeed superior, but her cultural values are different from mine, as is her definition of success. Quite frankly, I’m okay just to leave it at that. She’s not my mother, nor am I a parent with something to prove, so I feel no need to shred her to pieces.
She may look great on paper, but by her own admission, she’s not any good at enjoying life. Poor thing. I don’t need to waste my breath slamming the tiger mother. She’s hard enough on herself.
“Date people who you know you’ll never be able to love. See someone for three months for no other reason than because it’s winter and you want to keep warm by holding another body. Date a Republican just so you can say you dated a Republican.
Eventually all these nobodies will make you crave a somebody. Have a real relationship with someone. Go on vacations together, exchange house keys, cry in their arms after a demoralizing day at work. Think about marrying them and maybe even get engaged. Regardless of the outcome, feel proud of yourself for being able to love someone in a healthy way.”