I recently read the article Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior.

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.

Do you have any thoughts on Mr. Kenneth Tong, his size zero pill, or his “managed anorexia” theory? It seems like he’s trying to make money/build his ‘brand’ on maxims that have been around as long as insecurity has, but he’s gaining friends and followers everyday.

Kenneth Tong is just Tom Vu 2.0, and the size zero pill doesn’t even exist. Not really. Certainly not as a legitimate product. The size zero pill is basically just a new street name for an unregulated, unscheduled drug similar to ephedrine called clenbuterol.

By unregulated, I mean that none of the shit you might buy off the internet from shady overseas distributors is approved by the FDA for human use.

By unscheduled, I mean that it’s not technically a controlled substance, but don’t worry, it will be soon. The second some midwest housewife drops dead of a heart attack while on clenbuterol, the DEA will schedule the drug, and Kenneth Tong will be out of business.

Girls, please ignore this kind of ridiculous bullshit, and stay away from pathetic douchebags like Kenneth Tong. There is no such thing as a magic weight loss pill, and there is no such thing as “managed anorexia.”

Also, don’t legitimize that kind of nonsense by calling it a theory. Theories are for thinking people, and this asshole doesn’t qualify.

I’m horny and I want to have sex.  I’m aware that I could easily have sex with other people but honestly, the only person I want to have sex with is my ex-boyfriend.  Do you think it would be unhealthy if we had sex again? We ended on good terms but I really miss him. It’s kinda like, my heart says no but my crotch says yes, kind of thing.  What do you think?

Do what you gotta do. Fair warning, though. Whenever your heart says no but your crotch says yes, acknowledge the likelihood that you’re fucking up, and be willing to accept any negative consequences of your actions.

You got this question: “Do you think that teenagers fall in love or they just believe they do?” And you answered with a simple “Yes.”

I want to know, is it a yes that teens actually fall in love or is it a yes that they THINK they fall in love.

No.

I usually make it a rule for myself to never intervene in people’s shit and yours and I almost always respectfully agrees with the advice you give out but who are you to call this guy’s girlfriend’s belief insanity? What happened to your clean cut advice routine?

Clean cut advice? Are you kidding? Oh, wait. I get it.

You’ll probably tear me apart for this but I love a christian girl. She’s so damn mature and has none of that normal drama all the young girls around me have. I don’t mind not having sex, I mean I really fucking want to have sex with her but it’s fine just hanging around, messing around but not there yet.

What bothers me are kinda people like you. Don’t get me wrong, love your kind of girl. Mature shit, ethical, sexy. I have an ex fuck buddy, current friend, bitching at me about her constantly. She reads your blog, got me into it at first.

I just don’t give a shit that my girl is christian, she’s damn sweet, she doesn’t force any of it on me besides not having sex and I’m okay with that. I’ve been masturbating like hell for a year and I’m okay with it.

Your girlfriend is under the ridiculous delusion that an omnipotent, paternalistic supernatural creator of the entire universe has some dictatorial shame-based interest in what she does with her vagina, and not only are you okay with that, but you’re willing to repress a natural and healthy expression of your own sexuality out of respect for her insanity?

Whatever, dude. You’re the one writing to me to apologize on her behalf. You’re the one who managed to get pussy whipped without getting any pussy.

Live your life however you want to live it. That shit’s none of my business, really. Just don’t kid yourself into thinking she’s not leveraging sex like any average gold-digger.

I have no problem in admitting when it comes to men, looks tend to come first.  For a while that look has been the grungy hipster one.  Now I’m an 18 year old, Urban Outfitter-working, indie show-attending, attractive girl from San Francisco who’s moving out to LA next month. I’ve never had problems with finding an assortment of the type in NorCal, but to be honest I really  don’t know much about the scene down south.

What advice/tips do you have in terms of finding the quality hipster men of Los Angeles?

Can’t wait to get beard rash on your inner thighs? Here, bitch, let me get you Dov Charney’s personal cell phone number. We’ll have you in a tank thong on dirty sheets faster than you can say “Spaceland hand stamp.”

Yeah, right.

I respect the effort that went in to crafting this hilariously full-of-shit question, but you oversold the premise on this one big time. An attractive eighteen year old working at Urban Outfitters? In San Francisco? You’ve got to be joking.

Not even the ugly girl at Forever 21 would type “the quality hipster men of Los Angeles” with a straight face.

Better luck next time, Carles.

I’m a black girl who has gone to predominately white private schools for my entire life. (According to my friends at least) I’m pretty, I’m one of the smartest girls in my class and I’m funny. I don’t understand why any white guys don’t seem to give me the time of day. I hate to think it’s because of my race, but it’s all I can come up with. Others say it’s because I don’t look like an easy lay and that’s all that guys are looking for. What do you think?

It’s because you’re black.

The girl: funny, brilliant, snarky, gorgeous, possibly asexual. The other girl (me): high sex drive. The deal: We spend an absurd amount of time together, we never run out of things to say to one another, she makes me giggle like a fucking teenager when I think about her. I haven’t been in anything this functional for a long time.

We’re not anything official, which is just how I like it. She doesn’t care what I do with my spare time, so I can fuck whomever I damn well please. We’ve had a couple of frank talks about physical intimacy, and it breaks down like this: she has a low sex drive and she’s had bad experiences in the past. I’m starting to wonder if she’s asexual (for a variety of reasons). I plan on having a conversation with her about it as soon as we’re in the same time zone again, but I was wondering if you had any advice on being in a relationship with someone whose sex drive is completely different than yours – perhaps permanently different than yours.

I adore this girl, Coke Talk. She literally lights my world up, and I don’t even care how fucking sappy that sounds. I want this to work, but I’m nervous as shit. Help a girl out?

If you’re both happy to express physical intimacy without being explicitly sexual, and she’s okay with the relationship being open to the extent that you can fuck other people as long as a certain degree of intimacy is reserved exclusively for each other, then it’s entirely possible for a relationship like this to work.

Communication is key to this kind of arrangement. Not to lean on the cliche, but you’re both chicks, so I’m not too worried about your ability to communicate. The real trick is keeping all those frank talks positive and productive.

You’re googly-eyed right now, and that’s great, but that shit eventually wears off. When it does, you’ll have to be very careful not to stray into emotional intimacy territory with any of your other sex partners.

For now though, just go slow, stay brutally honest, and enjoy the butterflies.

Why is your solution always to run away from problem people?  You even suggested divorce in that latest post.  That’s crazy.  Sometimes, people are looking for tactics, not strategy.  They want to stick with it, only they need some more motivation and a new approach.  Cutting and running makes sense in a world of soft ties, but hunkering down is often the only realistic choice when there’s a web of serious relationships at stake.

Crazy is thinking you can change people. Crazy is thinking you can manage chaos. Crazy is thinking motivation and a new approach are worth two shits when they’re given to a person too weak or stupid to use them. Hunkering down is for people who can weather the storm, and not everybody has the sand.

Hell yes I suggested divorce. Bitch needed to hear it too. She’s married to an asshole who won’t modify his behavior even though his alcoholism has a body count. Fuck that guy, and fuck her for ever letting him pick up a bottle again, much less get behind the wheel under the influence.

I’m sorry, but that woman doesn’t have the strength of will, the support system, or the resources to get her husband sober. Mind you, we’re talking about man with an enabling family who is so severe an addict, he didn’t even bottom out after killing and maiming.

Shit gets done when the stakes are high, and she needs to be fully prepared to divorce his ass if he won’t change his ways. That motherfucker needs to taste some consequences.

And for the record, cutting problem people out of your life is not the same thing as running away from your problems. It doesn’t matter whether the ties are soft or serious, clinging to destructive relationships is always a bad idea.