Because my wife (and erstwhile coauthor) is Chinese-American, some people have asked me over the last few days what I thought of Amy Chua’s Wall Street Journal piece last weekend trying to explain the superiority of Chinese mothers.
For the record, even though my wife and I were “parented” in (sometimes very) different ways, we more or less got to the same point, so I really have no particular insight about parenting, Chinese or otherwise.
I had promised myself I wouldn’t give any attention to what I see as Amy Chua’s all-too-obvious play to sell more books, but The Last Psychiatrist has a post that is too good not to link to about Chua’s piece.
The Last Psychiatrist’s point is that Amy Chua isn’t trying to raise children, she’s trying to raise children who will get into Harvard, Princeton, or Yale. Heaven forbid they should “only” get into Cornell or Duke.
The best parts of The Last Psychiatrist’s post are:
Ceci n’est pas un Post About Dominique Strauss-Kahn
From The Economist’s Schumpeter blog:
“Michel Foucault was a colossal bore — and a bore, moreover, who encouraged the practice of seeing history exclusively in terms of the exploitation of an ever-multiplying band of victims even as living standards rose to unprecedented levels. Louis Althusser was a wife-killing buffoon. Pierre Bourdieu labored the obvious. Jacques Lacan produced incomprehensible bilge. (France has produced its share of greats, of course, most notably Raymond Aron, but they are routinely ignored).
Yet Foucault et al. look like giants compared with the current crop of intellectuals, if the commentary on the Dominique Strauss-Kahn affair is anything to go by. Bernard Henri-Lévy (…) has written a paean of praise to his friend, DSK, which is remarkable for its lack of sympathy for the unfortunate Muslim immigrant at the heart of the affair.”