Opinion: My Life as the Child of a Tiger Mother
...All my young life, my parents were quick to remind me of my stupidity. They constantly compared me to the children of their friends. They were particularly preoccupied with my lack of progress in school. Fixated on the idea that I was a slow learner, they confused my cautiousness for a lack of desire, and my need for affection as the wants of a spoiled American brat.
In telling me that I was a stupid, worthless waste of space, they believed they were spurring me on to do great things. By keeping me away from my friends, engrossed in several hours of teaching each day after school, my parents were confident they were helping me in every way they could. And no matter how hard I worked, or how obediently I obeyed their commands, it was never enough.
When the mind games -- and even beatings -- didn't make me smart enough, my parents resorted to an ancient Chinese "cure" for my stupidity. One Saturday morning in the third grade, they sat me down at the kitchen table and plopped a throbbing, round lump of pink flesh the size of a softball onto a plate in front of me. It landed with a splat.
I knew it was meat, but nothing I'd ever eaten before. The oblong hunk of flesh was a cow brain -- riddled with blood vessels and deep crevices that looked like tendons -- and my parents made me eat one every weekend for a year. I didn't get any smarter from the effort...
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That's where his parent's screwed up. The cow brain is supposed to be served RAW. I guess that is why Bernanke is on the top spot of the FED and not this dude.