That’s how to raise children the Chinese way – turn them into mindless, socially inept, overworked drones. Deny them the ability to learn skills that might actually be useful and force them to master ones that aren’t. Cripple their social lives and make them incapable of interacting with the opposite sex. While the American style of “self-esteem” boosting helicopter parenting is screwed up in its own way, the line about “all work and no play” apparently doesn’t translate into Mandarin.
I am so sick of ignorant white American dumbshits who talk about how Japanese or Chinese kids excel at acing meaningless exams and getting high academic marks. Those dubious achievements come at a price –
they strip the child of any ability to think for himself or challenge the faulty paradigms of the society he lives in.
Making your kids “be the No. 1 student” in every subject doesn’t actually make them number one, any more than all the kids in Lake Wobegon could be above average, but it DOES train them to jump through hoops like a seal. That’s the Asian way – train people to become brainless, unthinking automatons incapable of thinking outside of the box.
As an example, take how Chinese and other Asian students
dominate classical music conservatories
in the U.S. Yet there is not a single notable music composer of Asian extraction that I can think of. You’d think all that youth wasted rehearsing on the piano would imbue at least one of them with the ability to do more than repeat songs that dead European men wrote, but apparently not. Mind you, composing good music is by no means easy. I know I couldn’t write a song. But then again, I didn’t spend four hours a night, five days a week rehearsing Beethoven when I could have been out being a kid. (Yes, I played in my grade school bands. Laugh it up, knuckleheads.)
This is just one expression of a greater East Asian mental pathology –
their inability to come up with any social or technological advancements
that they didn’t steal from someone else. They
can’t even build
on
what they thieve from others
! Asians rule the classical scene at American universities, but they can’t write a single piece of music. Asian societies mimic the nations of the West, but they can’t produce any advancements on their own. The Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans cannot create, only copy; they are incapable of innovating, only imitating. They are creativity parasites,
dependent on other societies
to keep their own moving forward. If it weren’t for the technological and cultural progress of the West, the “Middle Kingdom” would still be in the Stone Age –
which is where they’ll end up anyway
.
And here’s the cherry on top of Amy Chua’s story -
her husband and the father of her children is a white man
. Specifically, he’s Jewish. A Jewish-Chinese couple? Good God Almighty, you couldn’t cram more dysfunction and neuroses into that family if you sent the kids to Neverland Ranch. No doubt he’s your typical gelded, henpecked schmuck of the type that American Jewry excels in producing. (Old joke: a Jewish boy comes home to tell his mother he’s landed a role in the school play. She asks him which role. He says, “The Jewish husband.” She sends him away, telling him to “get a role with a speaking part.”) Nebbish Jewish guy plus Chinese dragon lady is a match made in hell.
My prediction? Both Sophia and Louisa will turn to smoking in college to calm the stress of existence, and die of lung cancer before their time. (Think I’m kidding? Pay a visit to your local quad. Half of the cigarette butts littered around the doors are from Asian exchange students, and you can always see huge crowds of them puffing away in unison.) This assumes that one of them doesn’t murder mommy dearest with a hatchet before then.
Reading this sort of story makes me thankful that my parents were neither too lenient nor too strict. Sure, they punished and grounded me whenever I bombed a test or did something stupid, but they knew when enough was enough. I could have been forced into pointless extracurricular activities I didn’t want to do or made to train for a career I wasn’t suited for by parents who wanted to live vicariously through their children, ending with a nervous breakdown at age 25 and a lead sandwich. I may be poorer and less credentialed then the Chua kids, but I’m independent, happy, and free, things they’ll never have because their delusional mother ruined them.