Fun facts:
- I graduated law school! It was a hilarious, hectic, anti-climatic affair that I did in a wonderfully childish fashion.
- I moved to MD. It was a hilarious, hectic, anti-climatic affair that I am handling in a wonderfully childish fashion.
- I am now studying for the NY Bar Exam (yah!), and the MA Bar Exam (boo). This is horrific, hectic, and probably climatic-intense affair that I am handling in a temperamental childish fashion.

Hooray! I'm a child!

Just kidding. I'm an adult. I'm just an adult who lives at home. Or something.

It's a good thing this article in the NYT posthumously validates my law school behavior, and all future stress-outs. Yes! I may adapt quickly to bad situations because I'm human, but all of my freaked out planning anxiety will make me a more successful human! YES.

To be fair, this article did spawn from NEW YORK CITY, the island where Neurosis and Anxiety are set up on blind dates by hyperactive matchmakers solely based on future preschool applications. It's also home to the $1,000 or $25,000 luxury gold-flecked dessert items. (Resulting in people who will literally poop gold.) WTF. Should Serendipity 3 be investigated for its contribution to the credit collapse of 2008? Watch our Sera, I think Lehman Brothers is calling and they found out that food you fed them is JUST A BIG PILE OF TURD NOW.

I told my mother about these desserts while we noshed on little post-dinner chocolate squares. She sputtered, called purchasers "idiots", and immediately demanded to know why they weren't required to give their money to poor people. (Gawd Ma, being a Liberal was sooooo circa Bill Clinton.)

My mother, by the way, still manages to spit out the word "idiot" in a manner that is hyper-scary and fear-inducing. The insult is a statement on a person's intelligence, my mother's most favorite judgment rubric. To this day, if I even SENSED my mother was going to drop the I-bomb, I would drop everything I was doing and fix it. Literally. Everything. I would drop my own child on its head.

Which brings me, somewhat finally, to the fact that I read Amy Chua's "Tiger Mom" book. (Who knows what the full title is anymore, I'm sure the eventual reprint will just say "Tiger Mom" and photoshop Amy's face onto a tiger running gracefully through China's countryscape and NY's cityscape.)

I loved the book. It felt hyper familiar. Especially when Sophia reminds Amy C. that the Chua-sisters are, by all industry standards, the high bar in Awesome Child. I almost snapped a picture and sent it to my little brother. The caption would've read: "Remember the time we said this verbatim, and Mom just laughed and told us we should not compare ourselves to people that were 'worse' than us, just 'better' than us so we keep improving?" Right. See supra paragraph about neurosis and anxiety.

In any event, the book is a fast, quick, and hilarious read into a Mom's trials with two rapidly-Americanized daughters. It is NOT the scathing, anti-white (although, sorta) book the WSJ & Ann Coulter wish it was. It's a First Book, which means some of Chua's voice is a little less funny than she probably intends, and a little more offensive than she probably intends. However, it is a powerfully written memoir about what it takes (and means) to raise 3rd generation "immigrant" children in the US. It's a book that almost every recent immigrant family (of, ah, relatively comfortable economic means) could potentially relate to, and one day, when I get some time on my hands, I'll finally write a book about MY family with the title: "RAISING AN IDIOT."